Remember who you are.  This is something that has been coming up for me a lot lately, whispered in my ear like a mantra, a meditation for the certainty of uncertain days, the siren call of the past, present, and future all rolled into four sweet words: remember who you are.  Remember who you are.  … Continue reading Remember Who You Are

On Saturday, I turned 42. Forty-two, which is halfway to eighty-four. This seems to be pretty officially, numerically speaking, the middle of life, the middle being a place that is generally thought to be somewhat uncomfortable and definitely pretty lame. Neither here nor there. Not this, and not that. Not bad, but definitely not good. … Continue reading Greetings from the Middle

When I was a little girl, my mother taught me about intuition. She didn’t call it that – and it took years before I could put that word to it myself – but that’s what it was. It had a name. The uh-oh button, as she explained it, was a button in the pit of … Continue reading The Uh-oh Button