I recently returned from spending some time in Cambodia. As I look back and reflect on my time there, I am surprised at the image uppermost in my mind. It isn’t the sensory cacophony of the markets, selling everything from fried tarantulas to used tires to faux Beats by Dre. Nor was it the sublime… Continue reading The Gift of Being Seen
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. At least, that’s what they tell me. Of course I can’t remember because I was drunk most of the time. Wait…….what?! Yep. You read that right. So, it turns out, I’m an alcoholic. I know…shocked the hell outta me too. What’s that you… Continue reading A Tale Of Two Shoes
It dawned on me a few days ago that, to me, fall feels very much like a time of renewal and beginnnings, particularly this year. Spring has been a very dark season for me for years; there’s some type of body memory linked to my depression that sends me spiraling down during a… Continue reading Autumn’s Bloom
I peopled this weekend. I’ll pause for a moment to let you all bask in the nimbus of my magnificence. ***** I am a solitary creature, boosted and energized and filled by alone time. Something odd has been happening to me recently, however. I’ve been feeling the need, the desire even, to go outside. Where… Continue reading Panic at the Disco
(This post contains a somewhat graphically bloody photograph. If blood bothers you, you may want to skip it. If you’re too curious to skip it, pretend it’s facepaint.) One of the great joys of having your adult children come home for visits is simply observing them. Now before you start labeling me, be aware that over… Continue reading The Gratitude in Our Scars
I posted this on Facebook in June of 2015. Thought I’d share it again here just to tell a bit of my story… This is going to be a departure from my usual (infrequent) posts: dogs, kids, reposts, etc. It’s a bit long, so if you’re the type who has a short atten—–SQUIRREL!!!! —–… Continue reading Backstory
Rumor has it that I’m an amazing person….Here’s my dirty little secret: I don’t believe it.