This week I did something I haven’t done at all in almost 16 months with more ease than I’ve been able to do it in for more than 4 years: I stood up on my one leg and a prosthetic and I walked. If you don’t have any major health issues, disability, or problems with … Continue reading Perspective Taking
Resilience. This is a word that keeps coming back to me but not because I say it to or about myself, rather because there’s a very small handful of those who keep saying it is a quality I possess in great supply. To be honest, I have a difficult time hearing this word applied to … Continue reading Resilience
When the Europeans came to the continent (by “the continent” I mean North America), they brought with them everything they could conceive of needing, including sources of food, because they were leaving everything behind and needed to be assured they would have what they needed to survive. And who could blame them? I’m fairly certain … Continue reading Be the Buffalo: History with a Point
How often do we focus on the brightest star we see? Only all the time. We see the sun all day but none of the stars in the universe beyond. Are the other stars gone during the day? No. Have they gone out or lost their shine? No. They are there but we forget to … Continue reading The Brightest Stars
On Thanksgiving when friends came by for cocktails in the evening, my sweet (beautiful, brilliant, resilient, wise) friend spent some time seated with me next to my fireplace, talking of a great many things, the two of us enjoying being in each other’s confidence while the Mr. Wickam’s of the world left us to our … Continue reading Golden Threads
I recently read somebody’s short musings about having spent too much time overthinking what she says, so rather than simply speaking her mind and openly expressing her feelings she does not take the time to speak her truth as often as she could or perhaps should. How many of us choose not to speak because … Continue reading Braving Rejection
Once my door is closed and I’m shut in to write, no one but me knows whether I’m writing or a non-writing writer courting madness.
In that sense, I’m definitely Schrödinger’s cat.
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