Do you ever compare your insides to others’ outsides? For years I didn’t realize that was what I was doing. I learned what was causing it… For me, it was about not being spiritually centered. Anytime it happens, when it gets uncomfortable enough and I reflect, it always seems that is the reason. The most… Read More It’s Peaceful Inside My Own Hulahoop
79 of my former classmates met last Sunday night on Zoom for our 45 year reunion. I signed up and paid to go and then had what can best be described as an emotional relapse to the way I felt about myself and how I believed others perceived me dating back to 1975. Instead of… Read More My 45 Year Class Reunion via Zoom
I’ve done quite a bit of soul-searching this past week after reading many perspectives on the activities of late. I need to admit something that, looking back, is embarrassing to acknowledge. Growing up Jewish, I always thought I understood what prejudice felt like. Being told things like “it’s too bad they didn’t kill more Jews… Read More What Can I, as a White Person, Do?
Dear Mom, I was drawn to write you for the first time in ages, and I’m not sure why. Perhaps it is because of Mother’s Day, but I guess it doesn’t really matter. I can’t believe you have been gone 36 years. You died when I was 26, so you’ve been gone longer than you… Read More A Belated Mother’s Day Letter
The only thing I know about my car is how to open the gas cap and fill up the tank. When I recently had to call roadside assistance, I didn’t even know how to open the hood as they requested. Instead, I pushed the button that raises the rear door so they would be able… Read More Why Do I Take Better Care of My Car Than My Body?
When my Dad passed away in 1979, I didn’t realize he would wind up being buried on his 52nd birthday. It made a great excuse to get high and stay numb for many years afterwards. I had no idea how to deal with no longer being Daddy’s little girl. The truth is that I didn’t… Read More Happy Birthday on the Anniversary of Your Funeral
Dear Grant, It is a week, almost to the minute, since I texted you to find out if you were joining the conference call we had scheduled with a vendor. Knowing you as I do, there had to be a good reason you weren’t on time. I let the others know that I wanted to… Read More We Only Have This Very Moment
Dear Dad, Well, here it is again – the 40th Father’s Day without you. As I write this, it feels like I am talking about someone else. You died when I was 21. I remember the first many Father’s Days without you, and they were horrible. The day was spent getting stoned or drunk, trying hard… Read More Not Everyone Gets to Celebrate Father’s Day
Dear Daddy, At this very moment, on this day in 1979, I came in through the garage, walked up the stairs, and found you lying there. The best I can tell is that you came home, let the dog out on his run, and just keeled over and dropped dead. You didn’t even get a… Read More A Letter to My Daddy
Deciding to allow myself to be guided each day was a huge step for me. I am a Type A personality that makes things happen; I don’t wait to react to what comes my way. That concept can also work against me. Over the last several months, I was slowly digging myself into a hole… Read More There Are Always Good People in the World