I don’t talk about God much, out loud anyway. Mainly because that word carries a lot of weight and means different things to different people. But the helicopter crash in California that killed 9 people earlier this week has, as it has for many people, hit me in my...
Right now…as in the very minute these words are being typed out…I am seated on a day bed, with Abigail to my right, TJ to my left and Pixie in my lap. I am sipping a delish cup of coffee and wondering what to post. And then I realize…this is the...
I call this little essay “Grieving in America.” In 1969, Elisabeth Kubler Ross wrote a book called “On Death and Dying.” She outlines the five stages a person goes through when diagnosed with a fatal illness. And while Kubler Ross’s work was about those who are...
“Boots” These boots are more than boots. They are freedom. I can walk through water, dirt and mud and still stay nice and dry. I can walk in tall grass and dry sand and know that the critters of Texas won’t bite or sting me. These boots have just the right amount of...
Well…I will have results back in a couple of days. (See previous post. ❤️💜💛🧡💚) Until then, I’m moving ahead and having some fun touching base with the first “Camp Marfa” participants. The program is turning into something magical…a space and time for...
I’ve been spending some time with this girl lately. I found this photo of her…a photo taken around 1969, at her best friend’s house. She was 9 years old then. There was a lot going on. Her mom was in her last days of alcoholism and her big sister…the one...
