wearing this bonnet is a drag
I want to discuss insight from a recent conversation I had with someone who didn’t like ‘male gender’ pronouns in writing. This person doesn’t like wording like ‘he said, ‘ and want to change all wording to be ‘they said’ or ‘ a transgender individual said.’ Continue reading “viewpoints are relative” »
we all seem to have animal spirit guides
My dear friend’s husband is dying of ALS, or Lou Gehrig’s disease and she’s his caretaker. It is a fatal progressive neurodegenerative disease that effects nerve cells in the brain and the spinal cord. Continue reading “what is a shaman?” »
love calms us down
Try sleeping after a phone call in the middle of the night, no matter the type of call. How to return to sleep? Continue reading “calming down” »
old school television had knobs
I made sure no friends were around when my father put on a green jumpsuit and locked himself up in his bedroom for hours with cheap beer, singing Bing Crosby Irish songs over and over. Continue reading “life with drunk parents” »
I agree
Lingering memories of growing up with alcoholism are not to be buried. I’m learning not to blame anybody, but telling the truth is my reality. I grew up with a disease that effected my perspectives. Continue reading “give shame a name” »
grandmother’s love transcends everything
Lab Girl by Hope Jahren is a novel about a woman biologist, and she described a fact about trees that impressed me. Continue reading “taproot” »
life is worth the risk
Another dream recently came my way: I was traveling in Czechoslovakia, and discovered my bag wasn’t what I thought it was. Continue reading “travel without” »
let’s welcome a lively fellow
Someone recently told my son that cats re-inhabit other cats after they die, because the owner needs the original cat. Whether or not that’s true, we don’t know, but I’m thinking about my beloved cats on Memorial Day. Continue reading “Cat Memorial” »
alcohol takes us away
I used the excuse of a drunk parent to steal a car and drive around at fourteen years of age. I don’t remember where my father and grandmother were when we ran out of cat food on Thanksgiving night, but I used my mother’s drunkenness as an excuse. Continue reading “using drunk as an excuse” »
