Dickens, the Queen, and you?
During this time of crisis, we are responsible not just for ourselves but for our world.
Send me your stories of hope, of light, and of triumph over darkness. I’ll post them on this blog. […]
Category: compassion
Trumpatized – Canada Is Not The Answer
I have been finding snatches of time in the day to cry since the election. A friend called it being Trumpatized. A great term combining Trump and traumatized, the cause of the trauma and the condition it is triggering. My reaction, disbelief and grief and anger over the election, has to find little crevasses in […]
"Now?" "No not yet."
When anyone asks me to describe my childhood, I have a stock answer. “We had a childhood written by Stephen King starring Cruella DeVille and Captain Ahab.” That usually shuts them up. It’s painful when you don’t have the All-American-Family portrayed by Norman Rockwell. I have the European-Holocaust-AbsentShipCaptain-family portrayed by Bosch and Dali. My dislike […]
Painful Humility
September has been a bad time coming off six months of painkillers. I have headaches, slurred speech, memory problems, weight gain, and general crabbiness. But I have clarity about human fragility. I admit I am spectacularly judgmental about drug abuse. My mom was a horrible drug abuser and I am terrified of getting addicted. I always […]
20 Pounds or Happiness
Everybody is exquisite. Truly, stunningly beautiful. I keep learning one concept over and over again. As a counselor, a yoga teacher, a massage therapist, a writer, and in my own life. This week, I am collaborating to combine story with photographs. Sunday afternoon at Barnes and Noble, I was sitting with the photographer discussing our […]