old stories, new understandings
When I was young, I had some not so helpful stories about myself. One of the cruelest was that I had no talent. I was… Read More »old stories, new understandings
musings
word
My god, this week has been quite a year. I hope you’ve been able to exhale. My body and spirit are still fraught, but I… Read More »word
reading the room
How are you? Stressed, sad, angry? A little/lot of each? Me, too. In the words of my six-year-old grandson, “There’s a lot going on.” Yes… Read More »reading the room
questions
Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots? — Pablo Neruda After my last post, I was drawn to revisit Neruda’s Book of Questions.… Read More »questions