Dancing between the spaces of time

Dancing between the spaces of time is not something we are taught to do. And yet in those pockets we find the magic of life that actually got us here. This year has brought the world together in ways unimaginable. Through sorrow. And loss. And […]

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The near-death of a child

Writing. Words. The hope of my everything. The thing that has kept me alive all these years. Many days I feel no one has listened. No one has cared. And I write anyway. Because it has helped me. It helps me still. And that is, […]

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When being is more than enough

Sometimes the best thing we can do in life is nothing at all. Standing strong in the face of the storm. Observing. Watching. Casting no judgment. No shadows. No doubt. Letting things be. It is not easy watching someone you love suffer, knowing you can […]

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Thank You

The mosquitoes buzzed fiercely in the Italian mid-summer air. The stage lights ran hot against my face as I watched the animator fiddle with the laptop. The music began with the classic keyboard melody and the first words slid across the screen. “How ’bout getting […]

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The dream interpreter

Dreams. They accompany us on life’s journey. Yet dreams can turn into expectations, which can turn into our worst nightmares. We dream about what our lives could have been. And what they still could be. We dream about what our children’s lives could have been. […]

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Bowing to the altar of love

A seismic shift in thinking can happen with a single book. Or a single experience. Or a combination of both. The Anatomy of Peace: Resolving the Heart of Conflict by The Arbinger Institute is one such book. Sending my son to the outback in Utah […]

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Nature’s wrath

Have you ever tried to stop the wind? It is a ferocious force. We have windmills to capture it, sailboats to utilize it and chimes to ride its wave. But wind comes and goes depending on factors beyond our immediate control. As I recently stood […]

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Little Victories

Sometimes the world feeds us falsehoods. Or misdirected messages. Or confusing experiences. We teeter-totter our way toward truth, or our version of it at least. Panic sets in. Or hope. Or despair. Or none of the above. Every moment offers us the chance to see […]

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Oxygen mask first

A part of me is dying. Perhaps it has to do with my son choosing to live in the United States for a year or my 50th birthday careening towards me in ten months. Or that my nearly grown daughter doesn’t need me nearly as […]

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