On finding magic

From the time I was a little girl, I have been trying to connect to and inhabit from whence I came. That sounds odd, doesn’t it? Especially in our forward-looking society where bravery and gusto are celebrated. I was the girl surrounded by a multitude of people (my large family and the tribes they created)…

From where I sit

I have been silent lately. I don’t want to add to the cacophony of voices. And yet, I feel things so deeply. I am beyond saddened at man’s inhumanity to man, laid out in my country for all to see. With the most unkind, entitled man at the helm. Who am I, right? Just another…

Shared dessert

Did my headline make you stop and think in this age of coronavirus? I know. It felt weird to write. Because really, who in their right mind would share a dessert right now? Particularly with a stranger? But just a few months ago, I did without thinking twice about it. My, how times change. I’ve…

Women, alone

When you become a woman who is alone, you notice other women who are alone. I became such a woman when I got divorced. But each woman alone has her own story, of course. Some women, like one of my sisters, just never marry. For some, it’s a conscious choice. For others, luck or fate…

Maybe the Lindas have come to save us

It still sits in the cup holder of my car. In unsteady handwriting, “Linda” with a phone number. I keep thinking I should give her a call. Linda is a 70-something I met on the train a few weeks ago. Absorbed in my own world, distracted by a multitude of things going on in my…

A woman’s place

I know more than you give me credit for. I know that if I bat my eyes and smile prettily when I state my opinion, you will accept it without balking. I know that despite the fact that I am a breadwinner just like you—you want me to act subserviently as your wife does. The…

Another place and time

Do you ever awake and wonder how it is you got here? Feeling the tug from another place and time? A world in which we are all awakened by the gentle lapping of water and a dog’s nuzzle? A world where the sun is shining and our gardens are blooming. Or, the gentle pitter patter…

Sages, mystics and warriors

As I drove to get coffee this morning, I saw them out in full force. The mystics, the sages among us. One was sitting by a quiet lake, book in hand, about to meditate. Another was one of just a few left outside a church after service ended. They were holding hands and praying. And…

Your camera should not be my lens

I don’t want to start this blog entry with the typical, “I couldn’t believe my eyes” statement. That’s trite, right? I’m a writer. I should be beyond trite. But I couldn’t believe my eyes. Within the past few months, I’ve seen things on social media I never wanted to see. So, I thought I’d write…

Finding your inner Italian sports car

It began so uninspiringly, in the dentist’s chair. He had just adjusted a crown for me, as I’d been having some jaw pain. “I think we were just a millimeter or so off on your bite, but that’s enough to cause the pain,” he said. He joked that my then husband was built like a…

White space

I long for a day in which nothing clamors for my attention. In which the things I must attend to stand patiently by, like good little soldiers, and await my gaze. I’m feeling the overuse of the word “important.” I get many “important” or “urgent” emails that, in the larger scheme of things, are not…

It’s not me. It’s you.

I had lunch recently with a woman I had not seen in several years. Since her divorce, she has begun dating. It sounds like it is mainly much younger men. She says she goes out a lot. Meets men in bars. All I could think of was: “It’s not me. It’s you.” Not in a…