Because my mother is no longer alive to ask, I try to imagine the emotions that would have been swirling through her mind as she entered Penn Station on an unknown day in early January of 1944—fear, excitement—surely she must have experienced both. It was cold then, temperatures hovered around 27 degrees—and although I don’t […]
I have found 4 ways to shift what I think of as my internal chatter for the better. In keeping with the theme of “joy” in this months NaBloPoMo challenge, I thought I would share them with you today. Because sharing stuff that works brings me joy. We all have it — that little voice inside our head — […]
Reflection: something that shows the effect, existence, or character of something else.”–Merriam Webster Dictionary By the time I was born my family had all but given up church. My memories of going are more like snapshots, the first of which is of leaving. It was winter in Connecticut, I was probably three years old. All […]
What does “getting clean” mean to you? It could be as difficult as speaking a truth that has been hard to share or as complex as shaking yourself free from addiction. Regardless of what we are faced with, sometimes “getting clean,” is harder than it appears. Seven weeks ago my friend and fellow writer, Mary, announced to her Facebook friends that […]
Halloween is over, it’s over in the literal sense because it’s November 1st and it’s also over in the metaphorical sense because my three kids are all well past the ages where their costumes made my heart sing. We could hear them as they approached last night. Little feet slapped the sidewalk as if the […]
Inspired by my friend Lois who wrote about her Happy Place a couple of days ago I decided to do the same, only not through words. In celebration of “wordless Wednesday” I offer up a series of photographs to show you My Happy Place.
When I think of home–I don’t think as much about place–as I do about feel. What does being at home in my mind feel like? For me it boils down to two things, safety and love. Even though I have had times in my life where I was not at home with myself, or safe, […]
