Finding Mother

Finding Mother

MY WEEKLY BLOG FINDING MOTHER When I first set foot in my current home back in 1993, I looked around at the huge picture windows, the brick fireplace and the sunlight streaming in and I knew I was home. It felt so right and I exhaled deeply. I didn’t know I’d...
MY SAFE PLACE

MY SAFE PLACE

MY SAFE PLACE “The ache for home lives in all of us,” wrote Maya Angelou.“The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.” Way before Covid, when I was writing a book with a Secret Service agent, Ray, he and I spoke regularly on Facetime, we met in...
THE ILLUSION OF PERFECTION

THE ILLUSION OF PERFECTION

MY WEEKLY BLOG THE ILLUSION OF PERFECTION It’s 1992, I’m sitting in a darkened movie theater, watching “The Last of the Mohicans.” A beautiful young woman in voluminous skirts and evening shoes is scaling a steep mountain, running from an ambush. Her dashing lover, a...
Don’t just do something, Sit there.

Don’t just do something, Sit there.

Blog # 183 DON’T JUST DO SOMETHING. SIT THERE I looked up the origin of this quote and found a number of possiblesources. I first heard it when I was reading the teachings of a popular Eastern guru. It made me laugh as I thought about the opposite messages I’d...