When I was a little girl, my mother developed a “secret code” for anyone who might have to pick me up from school instead of her. This was at the height of the “stranger danger” period, and it reassured her to know that there was a plan. Continue reading “Be Bold and Strong, Banish……”
They say that when you love something, when it’s really in your bones, in your soul, that you can’t NOT do it —
That every day you don’t do it, you die a little inside.
I don’t know who “they” are, but they were right. Continue reading “Fat Actor”
A few months ago, there was a fire in the restaurant next door to my apartment.
That was the day I learned that, at the threat of my cat being in a burning building, this fat girl can, and will, run.
I also learned what my most prized possession is. Continue reading “Roses and Sunflowers”
TW: This post references anxiety/mental health and eating disorders [specifically not eating] Continue reading “More Than Stage Fright”
I get a lot of funny looks when people find out that I went to seminary and used to be a pastor. Funny looks and, oddly, the same three or four questions – where’d you go to school? What denomination? And my favorite – who’s your favorite theologian? Continue reading “The Theology of the I Don’t Know”
What’s the first thing you do when you get up in the morning?
Whatever it is, it’s probably either the same thing, or pretty close to the same thing, every day. We all have our own morning rituals.
Maybe you have a cup of coffee before you can do anything.
Maybe you hop out of bed and make it immediately. [this is my monthly challenge for June…trying to develop good habits]
Or you jump in a nice, hot shower. Continue reading “The Face in the Mirror”
“I wont…Kansas….cold button red venne-mutton.”
This was how we referred to the speech patterns of the people in the unit who can no longer make meaningful sentences out of words. From 2011 until 2014, I worked in a locked unit for dementia patients who were no longer able to care for themselves. I was thinking about that time in my life, and the people I met in the locked unit, today, especially that words didn’t always come easily to them. Continue reading “A Tale from Arcadia, Revisited”
Because of the jobs I’ve had, I’ve lived in some pretty…interesting…. places.
I’ve lived walk up apartments in the city, townhouses in the suburbs, basement studios in small towns, in a yurt [which was WAY too close to roughing it for my liking], and once, in an actual house, in the city of Flemington, NJ. Continue reading “Trumpets in the Cemetery”
At the core of my being, I’m a writer. A storyteller. Always have been.
I love giving voice to stories, listening to stories that others have lived and written….
Loads of people have told me that I should write a book about my life, and I always smile and say, “maybe someday.” Continue reading “It Wasn’t Closure, After All”
It’s international Women’s Day again, and as I read back through my entry from last year, I thought that it was worth a revisit. I thought about editing the old one and just re-linking, but then I changed my mind. It’s always worth honoring those who stand out as touchstones in your history, as pillars in your present, and as beacons in your future. Continue reading “Honor the Women 2.0”