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The truth as I see it
Most people who know me would probably tell you I am honest to a fault. Most people don’t know how much I don’t say. I am constantly filtering. I will try not to do that here. I’ve heard lots of clichés about truth and I won’t bore you with them here. Suffice it to say…
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Me?!
A while back, like maybe 16 or 17 years ago, I was at work and a co-worker was talking to me about his life and asking for my advice. Part way through the conversation, I asked him why he was asking for my advice. I couldn’t conceive of why he would want any of my…
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A New Perspective
Recently I got to ride with one of my city’s police officers. It was great experience! I learned a lot. I’ll give you some of the take-aways here (I may add more as stuff comes to me): -Cops are people too: I think the biggest take-away is that I think most police officers are just…
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My 21st
If you have been paying attention, you know I was drinking long before my 21st birthday so you’d think that celebrating that birthday wouldn’t have been any big deal. While it wasn’t necessarily a big deal, it was great! Saturday Night/Southern California: A handful of friends and I (and a bunch of other patrons) stood…
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Mac Tíre (Part 3)
Pronounced Moc Cheer-a. Irish for “Wolf”. Click here for Part 1 (In case you want to read them in order) Cora couldn’t explain the familiarity with this wolf but it was obvious. She was also very curious, so she agreed to go back with him and hear him out. As she rose from the damp…
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The Courage of Visibility
I don’t know what year or even what era it was when we all started talking about “being seen” but I do recall thinking it was a pretty cool concept. Like so many things, I think we have taken it over the top and if I hear “I see you” from one more person who…
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A Recipe for Hope
It had been about 15 years since I’d seen Angus. Still not sure what I’d done to make my son so angry, I always baked a cake for his birthday. This year, as always, I was baking his favorite. Hoping…always hoping that this year he’d come home and there would be his favorite cake and…
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Unus Multorm
I’ve never been the kind of girl that a boy would write a song about. I’ve never been remarkable in anyway really. Oh sure, I am remarkable in ways that few will ever see. I am remarkable in minor ways that are truly unimportant to the masses. Some days they are unimportant to me. Mostly…
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Do Be Do Be Do
I remember the first time someone suggested I stop doing and just be. It sounded so profound. What if I stopped trying to work harder? What if I stopped trying to make sure people liked me? What if I stopped being so productive in my life…not just at work but at home? It came at…
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Love
I often loved with the depth and naivety of a school girl then and long after I was no longer a school girl.
Claiming My Voice: From the darkness, the light emerges. 