“I write because I don’t know what I think until I read what I say. ”
So, I’m feeling a lot of shame about the fact that I haven’t updated everyone sooner about what’s happening with Wheels4Sage post-auction and about the van hunt.
But the thing about shame is it’s a de-motivator, so the more time passed, the more shame I felt, and the more I wanted to crawl into a hole and hide rather than write the damn post. Shame is the worst, isn’t it?
Here’s the short of it:
It took us awhile to figure out what would be best for our family.
Read MoreToday 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.
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