Birthday Cake Epiphany – Part 2: The Good Grief

So, the birthday cake was a hit yesterday.  Yellow cake with raspberry buttercream and lemon curd filling.  Chocolate cake with vanilla buttercream and raspberry filling.  Quite tasty.  Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah…. On the other hand, the birthday girl was not her usual happy, gregarious self.  She seemed…sad, even when she tried not to.  Background:  Read More …

In Closing…

Yesterday, I sat in a little Pennsylvania church that smelled like my long departed uncle’s house where I had played with my boy cousins. Except, seated in front of me, those same boys were now men and strangers. I listened as my Aunt Mary’s friends spoke kind, respectful words in her memory. And as I Read More …

Photo Meditation on Hope

This morning I stood in my garden and the clarity of light reminded me of that morning fourteen years ago when I watched live as the second plane hit the second tower. But I didn’t want to dwell on the darkness of that day, which ripped deeply into my psyche and wounded me with fear Read More …

Out Of The Valley

Being tired from working through my end-of-summer punch list is suddenly indulgent when Cohco told me that her cousin just died. At 21. Of a heart attack. No known health issues. No obesity. WT#? And I zip back to June 18, 1997.  Leslie’s death date. Really I don’t want to make any of my friend’s loss about Read More …

My Gnarly, Hairy Anxiety Attack

Anxiety sucks. Period.  I’m not entirely sure when it started festering for me, but on July 1st I had my first (and hopefully last) full-blown, call-the-paramedics-I-think-I’m-having-a heart-event anxiety attack. Except I wasn’t dying… Not in front of the child, that thought made my heart race even faster.  “I could publish a textbook on what an ideal heart beat looks Read More …

Mindless Trip

Summer colds.  Enterovirus, NOT rhinovirus.  A cocktail of misery.  Why do my thighs hurt?  Went outside to garden, into thick air like water.  Pests:  spider mites killing the sunflower, harlequin beetles on the collards, aphids on the pear’s most tender shoots.  Fu%@#*& opportunists!  Will deal with you when my thighs don’t hurt!  I can do laundry.  Read More …

Setting Intentions

“The past is beautiful because one never realizes an emotion at the time.  It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past….That is why we dwell on the past, I think.” (Virginia Woolf) I left my corporate job at the end of February to pursue my dream Read More …