I am from books, Barbie dolls, and obscurity. I am from rocks and driftwood, and exploring suburban woods as if I were there first; from raised ranches and colonials. I am from cinnamon-toast-and-hot-cocoa-for-Sunday-supper-while-watching-The-Wonderful-World-Of-Disney and I am from resistance. I am also from square dances and playing 20 Questions on long car trips, from The Great Turkey Hunt and Boys?! It… Read More
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I boarded Delta flight 1782 from Minneapolis to Boston, and settled myself into seat 7A (window), grateful that the guy who had a boarding pass for seat 7A was willing to swap the window for the aisle. It was the last (flying) leg of my trip home from White Fish, Montana, where I’d participated in Haven II, a powerful writing… Read More
From a recent letter: Since my mother has broken my heart and my trust so many times, I find it so hard to trust in my relationships and open my heart fully in fear that my husband will break my heart. How do I open my heart to him without fear that he will hurt me as my mother has… Read More
“Nothing unkind ever turns out to be true, and nothing true ever turns out to be unkind.” ~ Martha Beck I get some form of this question often: “How do I deal with the fact that my mother is gossiping about me and turning everyone in my family against me?” It is hard to know that your mother is saying… Read More