I see this number in front of me that seems incongruous with my experience. I’m too young to be in my mid-forties already, but I’ve surely lived a dozen lives since I was born. Continue reading Another Year? (Birthdays After Forty!)
Middle Age. Middle Ground. Halfway Point. Up the hill; down the hill; over the hill.
What’s next? Who am I now? Continue reading The Middle Ages
These casings we are in:
The book jackets to our complex souls.
We move in them every day
The rituals of cleansing,
feeding,
flushing
form habitual ruts Continue reading These casings we are in
Waking up Razzle-Dazzle 