I smile at everybody, try to brighten their day. Okay not everybody. I’m human! But one thing I have found makes me happier, and the world a better place, is smiling and spreading positivity. Sometimes it even works to reverse an incoming scowl. While I was living in India – in an area where you … Continue reading Avoid Black Hole Humans (haters gonna hate)
I remember the one tragic time my dad truly did something for himself. It had been his dream to restore an antique truck, something from the 1930s, when headlights were still set out on top of the front fenders. When I was in high school, we found the body of a 1937 Ford pickup on … Continue reading Why don’t I believe in resting?
The other day, I wrote about how I had busted myself for self-pity. It wasn't a nice thing to say about myself. I had been struggling to accept that I had been given of a period of rest in my life. My response to this wonderful gift was feeling guilty for not doing enough. I … Continue reading I owe myself an apology
My friend used to ask me, “How are you?” all the time. She’d ask me Every. Day. “Good morning! How are you?” Ugh. It was the worst. What kind of question is that, anyway? “How are you.” What’s with that? Is she seriously expecting an answer? How does one even respond to such an inane … Continue reading The cruelty of “How are you”
I visited the killing fields in Cambodia, just outside Phnom Penh. It is so terrible that what happened there. There are no words. I think people should know about it but I don't have the words to tell it. A while ago, the area was excavated and they dug up all the bones they could … Continue reading Healing from betrayal
A few years ago in India, I took a photo of a little girl helping her mother pick cotton. When I saw the photo, it was so beautiful, so poignant. I saw myself in the girl and said "I was a version of this little girl, once."
This guy had been making things toxic for years, even resorting to threats of violence and a few cases of physical abuse. Why wouldn't anyone stand up to him? I didn't want to be the one to do it. <a href=""> Read More...
I’m in the living room of a girlfriend with her, my husband, and a mutual friend who is staying at her place while he’s in town. He has a background in music and South American culture, and he’s tinkering on the piano. My friend suggests he teach me how to salsa. “No thanks,” I say, … Continue reading When my worst nightmare of public humiliation came true