I’m learning. I look back now and see how I was raised to give and give and give. It’s that “Good Girl Syndrome” I see many of my generation and tribe were raised to believe about our worth. And while there is absolutely nothing wrong with giving…giving without boundaries makes for a very tired and […]Read More Boundaries
Hank was six years old and Helen was three when we moved into a run-down duplex. I had just enough money for the deposit. I never planned on being a single mom, but that’s just how life played out. A friend gave me their old king-sized waterbed. The kids and I would sleep on that […]Read More The Tie in the Grass
This may not seem like a big deal, but first time I’ve had a license plate other than a North Carolina one. I love this place. Slowly but surely getting connected. Tonight I will be attending a town council meeting. Tomorrow it’s weeding the grounds of the local community health center. Next week it’s dinner […]Read More Coming Home
“Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs, To the silent wilderness, Where the soul need not repress its music.” ~Percy Bysshe ShelleyRead More Soul’s Music
This photo reminds me of a Girls on the Run 5k event I attended in rural Missouri quite a few years ago. Folks were milling around the finish line, high-fiving, laughing when all of a sudden the girls (remember, they are 8, 9, and 10 year olds) began galloping (and slapping their own backsides) as […]Read More Ride a Horse is What You Meant to Say, Right?
You see structures like this everywhere in Marfa. Literally everywhere. The bricks beneath the cracked veneer are exposed. These buildings speak to me. I am the veneer at times clinging to this ageless soul of mine. The ego, the fear, the “what will they think?” But as I age, as do these houses, that veneer […]Read More The Bones of a House
These have been by my side door for a few weeks…gently and intentionally placed there by my daughter’s boyfriend. “I found these in the yard,” he shouted one morning when he was visiting a few weeks ago. “Aren’t they beautiful? So weird the scattered glass and clay out there in the dirt. I wonder how […]Read More The Shattered Beauty