I’m an innocent child holding my pacifier in one hand. In the other hand, I’m grasping an adult-sized black book — possibly titled “The Art of Hiding Parts of Myself?” ·When I was a child, I hid my deepest shame and fears — mostly…
I’m the kid in the center of the photo, pushing our Volvo up the Bolivian Andes in 1960 – Absurd! Inspired by this week’s guest on my podcast, Nita Sweeney, I have shared recent moments of overwhelm in my own life. And sometimes…
When Misty was six years old, her family started to live and dress like the Amish. Misty and her sister were basically kept as slaves on a mountain ranch….
Not At My Best This Morning This morning I woke up feeling like my life was in a tailspin. I won’t list all of the reasons why. Let me just say that I’m behind on just about…
My Podcast Interview Today with Arno Michaelis This week I’ve been writing about the paradox underlying Thich Nhat Hanh’s message: Still taking steps and already home. I ended Wednesday’s blog with, “I wish to be fully present, even as Ed and I…
Nita described herself as a 49-year-old overweight woman suffering from crippling depression and bipolar disorder, when she caught the running bug. Her first run lasted 60 seconds, but she kept running just a…
Here’s a tiny glimpse into my life in 1984: I have moved to Stamford CT with my two children, aged 8 and 12, and a just-married-to second husband. I finished my PhD coursework at the University of Illinois but have not yet begun…
August 26, 1943 – my dad on the left and my mom on the right – the day after their wedding, at the Newton, Kansas train depot, on their way to Paraguay, South America. Little did they know, on that day, what the map…
Imagine you’re in your early 30s, you’re in a wheelchair, hallucinating, barely able to follow the doctor’s speech. It’s Friday. And he says,” You’re not going to make it until Monday.”…
Me in Paraguay I grew up on a leprosy station in Paraguay, South America. At twenty, I moved to the U.S., married, had two children and supported my husband in getting through school — and then divorced. Me as…