The Alchemy of Turning Hurt into Insight

The Alchemy of Turning Hurt into Insight

I have a family, but I don’t exactly have a tribe. The reasons are several and skewed to consign me to solitary. It’s gone on so long that I’m no longer hurt or sad. My life and times are content because my man is a wonderful partner and has my back....
The Final Forgiveness: Self

The Final Forgiveness: Self

A year ago, I joined Pinterest, as every aspiring-to-be-published writer was advised, as a component of ‘Platform’ on social media that will advertise. It’s a visual billboard of interests and inclinations, as you proclaim yourself to be. It’s...
No good deed goes unpunished

No good deed goes unpunished

I first heard this statement in the summer of 1997. A wise mentor gave it voice after I’d written a ground-breaking grant and determined to shepherd its project to fruition. Naive person that I was, I learned its lesson hard. Eight years later I was diagnosed...
Tomahawk Telephone

Tomahawk Telephone

I was invited to join a circle of friends, women who gathered in mutual support twice a month. I was overjoyed, welcomed into the company of good women. In between meetings, I’d occasionally receive their calls: inquiries and invitations to interesting events....
Strawberry Blonde

Strawberry Blonde

  “What did you do to your hair?” my mother said. I blinked at the remark.. I wasn’t prone to mirror reflection, growing up matter-of-fact about my appearance. Just like her, my model. We’d vacationed in California, and I had¬†enjoyed my...