Pieces of me

  Who am I?  Who are you?  Who are we?  A dearest of my heart, a dear dear friend who knows all of my secrets (shhhhhh) told me today I seem so strong in these posts.  Am I this strong woman on the mountainside?  Am I the scared woman under the bed in Uganda?  I... Continue Reading →

Making sense of it all

  As spring time approaches and the world around us wakes up, I am starting a new ritual  with my children. A few times a day we have to stop and pay attention to our senses.  What do you see?  What do you hear?  What do you feel?  What do you smell?  At dinner we take... Continue Reading →

Blinded

What do you see when you see us? What do you see when you see someone? We make a narrative. Create a life. Fill in lines to a story we write, from our perspective, from our vantage point, clothing the person, the persons in our garments, to fit our own story of how life works. Heard... Continue Reading →

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