M is for Memory

M is for Memory

I’ve written a lot over the years about running at the back of the pack in actual races, but I’ve rarely written about being a late bloomer—or a re-bloomer—in real life. As we round the corner into this Christmas season, I’m calling up, as I do every year, the memory...
L is for Love

L is for Love

She came into my life at a happy time. We called her Fuji-san, like the mountain, because her personality was big. And I brought her into the family to round out my little brood of furry creatures already consisting of Bronte the fluffy cat and Jane the pug.  I’d...
J is for Julie

J is for Julie

I got stopped writing through the alphabet because I knew what “J” was supposed to be, and I didn’t want to face it. I’ve started and stopped this post several times over the past few months. But finally, here I go.  My dear, dear friend and former neighbor,...
H is for Happy Happenstance

H is for Happy Happenstance

H is for Happy Happenstance As you may know, I’ve been on a quest to visit some of the sites around the world that purport to feature sacred feminine energy. Before I tell you what happened yesterday as related to the Black Madonna of Copacabana, Bolivia, let me give...

Charlottesville

I didn’t know what happened in Charlottesville. I’ve had my head in the sand the past few days. Sometimes after a long week of therapy, sitting with people struggling with deep sadness, I bail out of life and stick my head in a book. Today I was planning a walk with...

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