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…
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…
My father — front left. My mother — front right. The day after their wedding, at the Newton, KS train station, leaving for Paraguay in 1943 When I was a kid, my dad was my hero-doctor. He stitched up my chin three times after I fell again and again and…
I ended my last post with this question: Really, what’s the point of having relationships with people if I can’t have sticky, messy, real relationships that will help me grow toward greater wholeness, less loneliness and a longer life? But the question remains, is…