the days my daddy died
My father was a handsome, intelligent, charming and troubled man. I didn’t know he was a covert narcissist until I began writing Betrayed: Inside a Pathological Love Relationship in early…
the awning
The first time it was clear to me that I was not part of my own family was the summer of 2005, six months after Bobby and I had…
the lost and found
This post was originally written and first published in May 2013. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Amazing grace. The words “lost and found” always make me think of amazing grace. Not of…
Catherine never complained
My cousin Catherine was born with a heart defect. She began having (then-experimental) surgeries to correct it at the age of two. She had many such surgeries and spent countless…
You Are the Wind Beneath My Wings
“DITTO!” was all it took to bring tears to me eyes. You wouldn’t think one word at the end of a tweet from someone you don’t “know,” retweeted by someone…
15 Empowering Things to Tell Your Kids (and Yourself)
In the summer of 2012, I was cracking up (not in a good way). I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. So I did both. Often. And intensely. Things…
Life Breaks My Heart
Life breaks my heart. There it is land-sliding Down my lover’s shoulders When we discover death in the backyard. Life dissolves my heart. There it is flowing in the river Of…
See me?
I write. I write a play. A book. A blog post. A dozen blog posts. Hundreds of blog posts. Articles and particles, bits and pieces, nuts and bolts. A lifetime. I…
10 Notes in an Ode to Joy
According to a happiness test I once took, I score highly on the “happiness scale.” But I don’t often feel happiness. Rather, I frequently feel joy, which for me is…