here’s the thing i’m an american. i’m an american without a usable credit card. and to be honest i’m beginning to wonder if maybe that makes me less of an american than the american i was before when i was the proud carrier of multiple low interest high privilege cards of credit. i’m inconvenienced. alot….
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Lessons I’ve Learned from Children
Children don’t often tell stories in a straight line. They give you fragments. Small pieces from different events dished out over time. As a therapist working with children it’s important to chronicle these bits so together with the kids in your care you can assemble the puzzle that brought them to you in the first…
Weight Watchers Drop-out Works to Redeem Herself
I have lost 25 pounds six times over six years not including the one year where I lost 30. Each time I believed I was dieting for the ‘right’ reasons. I believed that ‘this time I’m going for the goal.’ Each time I lost the weight and I put it back on plus a few…
dare to bear witness
we live in such isolated bubbles. most of what we do is self motivated. even the most altruistic among us are driven by self preservation – working for change so that they or offspring might benefit from the change that occurs. the definition of community is so different. most of us in western society don’t…
flying squirrels and little drummer boys: why i salute natalie hawkins
my son plays the drums. he’s 5 years old but he’s been playing a backbeat since he was 2. at 20 months he assembled a makeshift set of pots pans steel lids buckets popcorn and coffee cans together to create a set and drum to michael jackson singing ‘you can’t win’ from the wiz. family…
I just want to testify (press play then read)
sometimes you just won’t understand why life is the way it is i began this journey to reignite in me something i believed long gone…my muse. i thought in the midst of so many disappearing acts over the course of the last decade i had grown numb or deaf to the creative force that once…
i am an artist because my mother never told me to shut up
my mother never told me to shut up. i’m sure she wanted to and probably still does. on. a. daily. basis. but the truth is she never did tell me to shut up. not only did she not tell me to shut up when i talked she listened. and i knew she was listening because…
write what you wish to write…whether it matters for ages or only for hours
For mother’s day I gifted myself a writing desk. Armed with a $100 budget, I made the trek down to the local Ikea. With change left over for an ice cream treat, I purchased a desk, chair and lovely laptop caddy. I returned home and cleaned out a corner I’ve never known what to do…
going on walkabout? here’s the least you should know
long before i was a harp & vocal girl (yes, i was a harp and vocal girl) and my teacher christened me walkabout, i had a reputation for wandering both in the literal and figurative sense. at my littlest, my meandering would lead to places as unique as my grandmother’s cupboard or as ordinary as…
road trip reflections – repaired
stretching a dime is one thing / creating one out of thin air / another luckily she believes in / miracles and sometimes / magic sailing into mountains / on thin air / and prayer i truly don’t know what i was thinking, packing up a newly turned 5 year old in me ole station wagon for a cross country tour…
fearfree living 