A few years ago a woman I hardly knew gave me a small handmade journal, bound with string and buttons, and covered with fabric and seashells. Her name was Mary. We met at a gathering of mutual friends. Playing cards and sharing a bottle of red wine, we laughed, and told stories about our lives. She asked about my work, and seemed... Continue Reading →
At Seventeen . . .
My favorite exercise and escape is walking on the beach. I run across the highway to the trail and am greeted by the sunset. I squint my eyes, take a deep breath and shake off the day. This is my peace. My body quickly finds its rhythm, its pace, and my legs lead the way, allowing my mind to wander.... Continue Reading →
Never let some one find you the same way they left you . . .
I am sure it is difficult to say the words I've thought this through, played it out in my head. I've tried to imagine life with you forever . . . and I have reservations. . . It 's not going to work. I believe saying those words took courage. I do. I'll bet it's even harder to... Continue Reading →
My Words to Live by . . .
Never let someone find you the same way that they left youPretend everything is going to be okay until it isThere is enough room in the world for everyone to be amazingBE bare naked in public as often as possible
On being twelve . . .
I remember being twelve years old . . .smart, brave, funny, and having endless energy. I was always hungry and I ate a lot. When I looked in the mirror I liked what I saw, especially my long straight hair. I wore it like Cher and thought I looked like her. Some of my girlfriends... Continue Reading →
