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The Weight of the Rings

I have a bad habit of taking off my rings when I put on hand lotion. I hate the feeling of the rings getting in the way of the self-soothing massage I enjoy as the lotion absorbs, not to mention that the lotion gets caught in the rings and makes them sticky, reducing their shine.Continue reading “The Weight of the Rings”

The Spark and the Fuel

I wrote this two weeks ago now. While pondering the time to post, I received the NPR notification of RBG’s passing and I wept as I cooked dinner. I needed to take a pause to respect and mourn her, as the world did. And my little life’s trials, tribulations and occasional meltdowns suddenly seemed soContinue reading “The Spark and the Fuel”

Feeling the Discomfort and Keeping the Fight: A Perspective from My Comfortable White Space (actually a beautiful green).

I didn’t go to the Black Lives Matter gathering last Sunday on the town green with the intention of writing about it. In fact, that was the day that I spent hours obsessing over why, when and how to begin to share my writing more broadly. I was sitting on my porch in front ofContinue reading “Feeling the Discomfort and Keeping the Fight: A Perspective from My Comfortable White Space (actually a beautiful green).”

Blessing of Cold Air

My first post! I wrote this one month into the pandemic. I share it now as I remember the confusion and uncertainty we all felt; the comfort of being together and the fear of not understanding what would happen next. So much sadness, with gratitude mixed in as we were safe, healthy and yes, together.Continue reading “Blessing of Cold Air”