When I was a little girl, I had a lot of my Dad’s favorite songs. Now when I listen to them, I see how those songs, in many ways, shaped my path. How could they not right? They soundtracked my being, from gestation forward. And in the case of the last song… backward. I hope you enjoy them, and this uniquely Intimate storytime…
There’s a bird singing across the sunglistened crispy snow… sounds a bit like spring, but we know that’s quite far Continue reading
This summer, me and the Woodstock Festival turn fifty. And as the world rubbernecks between looking back and looking forward, the next generation of badasses are calling us to look ahead. Sure… peek backwards to collect some of the lessons we’ve been asked to learn, and perhaps one day we will learn them. Or maybe not… But if we don’t look ahead and protect their futures… we will miss the opportunity again.
How have we come to this? I can’t fully answer that, because I didn’t need network teevee blaring through my Continue reading
You can tell which houses the families still live in… the others are growing in number…
Standing cold, temperature set around 50°, water drained from copper veins, Some heavy with the lead that remains…
Teach your children to love––themselves and others––with strength of being… Help them to find their way to love in this screwed up world. It is the most important task parents of boy children have, and in today’s times, possibly the most difficult.
Most hotels in India do not have (or didn’t have) hot water in the rooms. If you were lucky, you could get your own hole-in-the-floor room that you wouldn’t have to share with any and everyone in the joint.
Might it be possible that it is a pretty convenient disease, for someone who never owned their feelings, or took responsibility for their actions, to contract?
