Where Is She?
Container: that word keeps showing up in my life. This flowerpot contains a pretty, pink-leaved plant my grandson gave me for my birthday, and it contains me. I was wearing a pink shirt the day I took the shot, and…
If You’re Truly Listening
Back in June, my body told me that I don’t trust it, and that did something to me: stopped me in my tracks and made me realize that I’ve never trusted my body. Then again, why would I? It’s not…
What Is Shame Good For?
If you want to break a pattern, respond differently. Such a simple statement. I would call it deceptively simple, and by that I mean more easily said than done. In fact, I would contend that, although responding differently is essential,…
Longing to Be
I recently read an essay that laments the unrest in the world, concentrated, as usual, in the Middle East. Two specific statements (sentiments) shared by the author (editor of an art magazine) caught my attention, because each purports to be…
