Dunk!

Dunk!

It was the 60’s in northwestern Indiana. Though our small town was proximate to the trials of the Chicago 7 and pre-election riots televised for all to see, we were worlds apart.  We lived the idyllic, self-contained, ritualistic life of those close to the land....
I feel Pretty

I feel Pretty

“Pretty, I feel pretty…” I never related to this tuneful phrase until after my cancer diagnosis, with its treatment and trials, not the least of which was discovering that I was not included with ‘them’. Triple bad and ugly. It was very...
…”when I’m 64″

…”when I’m 64″

We were celebrating a big birthday and an ‘all-clear’ from cancer for me. My husband and I had also endured an intense period of deaths, pitfalls, and passages in the prior year, and we needed to culminate our grieving with some kind of commemorative...
Just Walk Away

Just Walk Away

  Unkindness hurts and does not often fade without shards in the heart. Boundaries are important – critical. We must never allow others to abuse us when we are open and vulnerable. We must not continually walk back into battles that will never go away. We...
Recess Reminiscence

Recess Reminiscence

Ri-i-i-ing!  It’s the school recess bell! The black-topped fare of jump rope awaits! It’s a passionate exercise for girls who are not allowed to climb the jungle gym to burn off energy from morning math and reading. It’s the day of the dress or skirt worn to ‘be a...