Losing a Friend

“Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands. Serve the Lord with gladness… Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise…“ Psalms 100 I am not a memory keeper. I look to others in my life to save the details of my history – to rehash and relish silly […]

My Mother, My Life

Dear Mother. I wish I had understood you better in our years together. I’ve had a lot of time now to come to see you from my own perspective as a mother and as a daughter. A mother who is a bundle of unresolved complexities is never easy. Our culture glorifies that woman who is […]

Thanksgiving Thoughts

Maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy. Maybe being grateful means recognizing what you have for what it is. Appreciating small victories. Admiring the struggle it takes simply to be human. Meredith Grey Thanksgiving brings out my feelings of gratitude. Through the years my Thanksgiving posts express the joy I feel in my life. […]

Maya and Me

I met Maya in my thirties when I read “I know why the caged bird sings”.  Her experience was not familiar to me and didn’t seem to touch my life. I never caught up with her but I grew because of her. I came to understand the human experience and through the years I bonded […]

A Pathway to Joy

One of my most rewarding friendships is with a woman who I seldom see. A phone call between us is rare. Once in awhile a Facebook “Like” or Post notifies the other that one of us is thinking of the other. Still, we are connected. I met her about eleven years ago on a trip […]

Learning from You

Dear Granddaughter, You are such a joy to me. Each time we visit I feel enriched by our time together. The pleasure we gain from our conversations on profound issues is a rare gift, isn’t it? On our last visit I learned a great lesson from you. In my continuing fascination with expectations I loved […]

Pardon me, have I mistaken you for…?

I like to wrap things up neatly in a box. That’s just one way in which I exhibit my tendencies to control. There you go.  Ship shape. Tied in a bow and handled. On the flipside, I like to see myself as thinking outside the box.  Hmm…maybe. It’s when people jump out from where I […]