Staring Life In The Eye
This past Mother’s Day, my beloved gave me a compliment. In my card, he wrote that he admired my way of staring life straight in the eye. I started to cry. Because I loved that he loved that about me. With that card, he gifted me with some language to …
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Wanting A Swarm
My nine-year old son said something to me the other day that rendered me speechless. He was distraught and sobbing because he felt like his best friend abandoned him whenever another friend comes along. He felt like he was being taken for granted. He felt like chopped liver. He was …
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The Bittersweetness of Leaving
I’m going away tomorrow. By myself. It’s a thing I do two times a year. I go away so I can hear my voice more clearly, and ultimately remember who I am – me, stripped away of all my roles, relationships and circumstances. I know it’s time. I know it’s …
Read MoreFalling Into The River
…and now for something completely different.
What follows is a short story I wrote as part of the preparation I am doing for my women’s writing experience I’ll be offering this March. I’m taking the questions for a spin, if you will – to see if they hold water and…
Read MoreEnough.
Last month I got a series of frantic calls from Verizon. “You’re about to go over on your minutes! We need to act NOW so you won’t go over…We can easily just upgrade your plan to take care of that…” Or, I thought, I could just talk less. Honestly, with …
Read MoreGrace Letters
Years ago I was given a gift by my late sister-in-law, Grace. That gift, over time, has evolved into a ritual much like a grain of sand creates a pearl. Because it’s bittersweet, this gift. Just like the grain of sand in the oyster, it causes friction and discomfort before …
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