I choose to celebrate this holiday season by remembering the magic of every sliding door in my life. By recognising the power that exists in us – us as one, that is – and celebrating that by connecting even when it is hard and painful.
The pain was so great that at first I thought I was going to faint. But I didn’t. I held on and felt the breaking.
Mind the trap!
I am traveling by train this morning so I stopped to get some magazines and books in the train station. They make nice gifts to
Harry Potter and the wizardry of human interaction
I know that I wrote about this before but it seems to me that, as we get closer to schools opening… or not … it
About two weeks ago I was sent an interview given by someone I share blood with. The interview was filled with judgements about what women
“Sticks and stones may break my bones But talk don’t bother me.” Is that really so?
I try to not remember a lot of what my former life in the orthodox church left with me but one thing I do remember