Yes, it’s August again and thus the 12th Blogaversary for me. My feelings have waxed and waned about my blog over these past dozen years. I was terrified…
Overtime, inevitably, roots will show. Life if formed from and based on roots. Allow them to be there. Let them show. Let them comfortably confirm the origin of…
Wild Asters by Sara Teasdale In the spring I asked the daisies If his words were true, And the clever, clear-eyed daisies Always knew. Now the fields are…
I realize that I have been an all or nothing girl all my life. I want the pretty garden immediately. I want the pounds to come off overnight.…
I carry the shame Of the impoverished upbringings of my parents. Abuse and neglect. I can’t wear stained or torn of illfitting clothes when I leave the house. We…
What is it about me and absolutes? I need to be all in or all out. If it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing right. SO many contingencies which…
I was not surprised when my children’s artistic talents began to emerge. My son could draw pretty well and at age 8, he began to play the piano.…
Being authentic, honest, or forthright is still considered a crime in our modern society. It’s understood that if you tell the truth about your background, heritage, or state…
I am wondering what my deal is when it comes to my wavering self-interest. I understand that I prioritize my children and my family above myself. I understand…
I’ve been listening to a lot to talk of telling your story. When we write and tell our stories, we own them. Our stories become grounding and good…