last year I buried you.
Tomorrow is our wedding anniversary.
Sandwiched between those two tonight I have no words. I am in one of those dazes that you can’t blink your stare out of. It’s like I’ve given up my vision and have the inaccuracy of peripheral vision right in front of me.
For any other list-makers out there, I published this on HerStories yesterday.""In this time of quarantine, my lists are offering me space outside of the walls of my home, a way of making sense of chaos, a self-imposed structure on structure-less days, and even a way...
"In our deepest self we keep living with the illusion that we will always be the same." Henri Nowen "It's really very simple," my late spiritual director, Gladys, once said to me. She was talking about how she lived each day, waking up, having a written conversation...
"Anxiety turns us toward courage, because the other alternative is despair." Paul Tillich I've claimed "seasonal affective disorder" for years, and that may be so, but I'm starting to realize it's not only summer to fall that is hard for me. It's winter to spring, and...
You have been heavy on my hear today, and I wasn't sure why. Now I know. Sending you prayers tonight.
Thinking of you, Julia… and sending up more prayers… you are loved!
oh, julia…