Illiteracy reveals a writer

  As an enthusiastic human communicator, I have begun to cast my net out into the stratosphere through social media. There are many points I could make about how SM is daunting (at least for me), but there is an element fundamental to the medium, which has to be mastered in one form or another, to be heard. In addition to a platform and point of view, one needs to have the ability to write! As I sit here banging away on a computer keyboard whose letters are so worn out they can’t be distinguished anymore, I marvel at life’s intention. Was it always in the cards that I would be sitting here today steeped…

Street Wise

As a young child I remember feeling giddy with fear and excitement as I secretly settled into a large appliance box that had been discarded by the curb, awaiting trash pick up. With three sides still standing tall, I stepped into the far reaches of this cavernous carton and quickly pulled the fourth flap in and folded the cover down overhead. It became darker inside with each step of this reconstruction. When the top was fully closed, I sat quietly assessing the darkness and the space. Shortly I noticed my box went from a large and exciting space, to one that suddenly felt very small. Nestled in my spot I sat silently. At first I…

How we do life

Flying to visit my in-laws, I am reminded how much we take for granted. Like my husband’s mom, now 88, and a part of his life for so long it is easier to imagine she will always be here than face the fact that time is marching on. Of course logically, we know what is true, but emotionally our psyches have decided we can only handle what is. We can’t test the feelings out. We have no mechanism that allows us to experience such a loss outside of the experience, itself. There doesn’t seem to be a way to prepare for it. Maybe worry is the best we can do. Yet, worrying seems so futile….