A few years ago I was privileged to spend time in the English countryside in the springtime. Honestly, it was like being dropped into a Beatrix Potter story except that she’s from the Lake District, and I was in Devon. If there is a… Continue Reading “Remembering A Life Well-Lived”
My mother was adopted when she was about 6 months-old. The story goes like this: My grandparents were walking through the orphanage when they came upon my mother. She was sitting in a crib. She looked up at my grandfather with big, blue eyes,… Continue Reading “The Cost”
When I was 22 years-old, I attended l’Université Paul Valéry in Montpellier, France. Montpellier is a city in southern France, west of Marseilles, quite near the Mediterranean Sea. Paul Valéry is one of the oldest universities in Europe. Montpellier is renowned the world over… Continue Reading “Living with The Tides”
I’ve been browsing the blogosphere lately. There’s some funny shit out there, and I do mean shit. It’s drivel, but it makes me laugh. That’s what I’ve been doing for a while now. Reading shit. Now that I’ve got an iPad, I have access… Continue Reading “Rebuilding Our Secret Gardens after Annihaltion”
I live in an interesting state. I love where I live even with the arctic winters and the almost tropical summer temperatures. I love our lakes and our seasons, and I even like the quirky regional accents. I do, however, wonder if our civil… Continue Reading “A Riff on Rage”
While the truth is necessary for our forward movement it also hurts. For many of us, our relationships with our mothers need the most truth and are also the source of most our pain in life particularly if there is abuse. Applying truth, boundaries, and learning to stand our ground can be especially helpful as we grieve our losses in close family relationships.