Over Thinking

I think overthinking gets a bad rap. As with everything, there’s a balance there. When I was a kid, it was my overthinking that saved me from the highly dysfunctional (and at times dangerous) house I grew up in. My overthinking/imagination would take me to places that were protective and safe. Sure, it can lead […]

Boundaries

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 […]

The Tie in the Grass

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 […]

Coming Home

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 […]

Soul’s Music

“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 Shelley

Ride a Horse is What You Meant to Say, Right?

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 […]

The Bones of a House

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 […]