Do you know how to fracture the cycle of abuse? It starts when we break the silence. Abusers keep secrets, are controlling, and manipulate our perceptions and reality. They don’t often begin that way at the start of a relationship, or we’d likely recognize it and run. Or confront with…
Take 2. Arrived home tonight, and while I made a salad, a friend and I bounced ideas and experiences about the value in letting go, #LetGo. I texted how my life lesson over the past six years has been about holding on to myself, exploring what’s true and authentic, and with…
The night before my son died, I opened mail, standing in the kitchen. My boy sat at a round table, watching. Soup heated on the stove. I had worked all day, and needed to attend a class later that evening. He had stayed home from high school, sick with the…
Around ten pm, a few days before Christmas, I sat cross-legged gazing through the burnished glass of a wood stove. Heat rippled toward my face. Flicking flames evoked emotions and memories: a needlepoint Santa stocking for a boy who no longer lives, the ending of a marriage I held precious,…
Reflecting over the past decade, I remember the best New Year, ever. After the worst year, ever. Here’s the remarkable story: