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As my final days in Israel wind down, I know I will miss my beautiful grandsons. At three, A is the light of my life, and his new baby brother has been a dream to cuddle. No doubt, the inspiration … Continue reading
Note: I wrote this when my youngest son, Man Cub, was getting ready to graduate high school. I’d been there before; I thought I knew what I was in for. Now, two days before he graduates from college, the world … Continue reading
I decided to go to the March on Washington, as a promise to myself that I would never let hopelessness define me again. This past Election Day I woke up, literally and figuratively, to the realization that as a 53-year-old … Continue reading
This week, there is no fiction here; my brain can’t find refuge in photos, though I appreciate C.E. Ayr’s muse. I’ve only got a few more days in Israel, soaking up my 16 month old grandson’s yumminess, and then I … Continue reading
As I finally went to bed last night, at midnight, I found myself shaken by feelings that I dismissed as silly. I let them wash over me for only a moment, and then picked up my book, in the hopes … Continue reading
My daughter, Principessa (*not her real name), has been living in Israel for the better part of the past three years; in September of the this year she made it official and got her citizenship. Some of you have read … Continue reading
Here I am, circling the drain again– banging my head against the same old wall– built with bricks of crumbling self-esteem, and topped with barbed-wire of razor-sharp self-loathing and remorse. On the heels of a stellar summer of travel and … Continue reading
Live from BlogHer 2014! Note: All feet were photographed with permission. No feet were hurt in the making of this post, aside from independent shoe selections. Anyone who knows me well, knows that I’m a shoe girl. Some might even … Continue reading
This is a challenging week to write, but I was determined not to miss a single Friday Fictioneers. I’m on a boat off the coast of Central America– Belize. It could not be more beautiful, or peaceful. There is limited … Continue reading