This week. Oh, my heart. Too much. Too much. Bombings and pain, displaced people, grief and loss, war and terror, fear. My husband was a Television and Radio major in college. He had a professor of media who has had a long and illustrious career in the industry. He shared with his class that the … Continue reading Fear Not.
Admittedly, I am a bit embarrassed. It came in the mail, I put in on the counter, and before I knew it, my six-year-old had not only gone through it and circled everything she wanted for Christmas, she had rolled it up and tucked the toy catalog under her pillow. I love this time of year. I … Continue reading ‘Tis the Season for Compassion
This life I lead the friends I choose we are all on a journey and limp confused. With authority, we pomp opinions, really. My life gives it authenticity. As yours does to you. Our collective voices. What to do? When it clashes. I take your hand, I link my arm in yours. We look to the heavens … Continue reading Corners.
That video. No warning. Triggers for so many, many women and girls. Her legs flailing. Her head snaps back. The legs of the chair off the ground. His arm. That body lifter arm. Around her neck. Terror. Sheer terror. And then her voice. The cry of a child wails and dear GOD. My heart. Our … Continue reading Us.
Admittedly, I never knew there was a difference. How could I? Like so many things in life, we do not become knowledgeable until it becomes relevant. I have seen service dogs around the community, and I knew that these dogs are working and not to be acknowledged or approached without consent. I knew about therapy … Continue reading Let Me Tell You About Owen
I sat across the table from her. It was a gorgeous summer evening, and yet, the air was heavy. She was not her usual upbeat self, in fact, the deep grief was palpable. She had called me asking if I could meet last minute. I knew, from previous conversations, that this day was coming. As … Continue reading A Friend is One.
This past weekend, my husband and I instilled something radical into our family life. We reclaimed Sundays. My childhood reflects a time when retail businesses were closed on Sundays. Need a quart of milk? Well, then, wait until Monday my friend. I grew up in the part of the country that is now Silicon Valley. San Jose … Continue reading A Meme, a Selfie, and a Tweet Walk Into a Bar…