Our vehicle bounced over and around deep potholes in the rutted one-lane dirt road, deep into the countryside of the Republic of Georgia. There were 20 of us. Pilgrims, we called ourselves, traveling through Georgia for two weeks, taking in the country’s ancient traditions…
When I made the decision nearly 40 years ago to leave my first husband and father of my two children, many well meaning friends and family members lectured me, saying I needed to have the guts to stay in the relationship and make it…
Mother’s Day always brings up complicated memories of my first taste of motherhood nearly 50 years ago, in November of 1969: Something seemed terribly wrong. My lower abdomen was swollen and sore. I could no longer keep food down, and had lost nearly ten…
Have you ever resented the way someone demonstrated their caring and love for you? Even though you knew they meant well? I have. And I’d like to learn how to not do this to people I care about. While researching my parents’ lives for a forthcoming…
…and Without Needing to Fix It My last post ended with this: “In 1971, I was married and pregnant with my first child. I was preoccupied with the business of trying to be a good wife and mother. In the process, I was an inattentive daughter…