“I write because I don’t know what I think until I read what I say. ”
Today we cross a threshold, the season officially changing from summer to autumn. I feel a bit like I am crossing my own threshold by writing this, a threshold I have been pretty adamantly against for a long time.
It’s a silly little thing, to put words and thoughts out into the world, but it’s a part of me. And so is authentic honesty.
So, let me tell it like it is…
Read MoreThroughout my life I’ve had an overwhelming sense that something was wrong with me. This feeling has followed me everywhere. I’m not sure entirely where it came from, maybe I just had a sense of being different, of not quite fitting in, and I translated that into “something is wrong.”
Read MoreWhen Sage turned two I tried my hand at spoken word poetry. It’s not something I had ever done before that, and I’ve only played with it a little bit since. But, I think about that poem almost every year as she gets older.
This week, when Sage turned eight I decided to go back and do a bit of editing and revision on that old piece of poetry.
Read MoreOrganizing this auction to raise money for a wheelchair accessible van for Sage feels like a worthy challenge. It’s something I’ve never done before and I’m not sure how it will go, so of course there’s some fear, but also so much hope. You all have responded with such resounding enthusiasm, making me hopeful for what’s to come.
So, here’s how you can help make this auction a success for Sage:
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