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The pink English roses Auntie Mary planted 40 years ago bloomed my last day in England. Seems fitting. Because the entire week I’ve been in northwest England those gloved bud cocoons were waiting for just the right moment to be noticed. * * * They tell me,… Continue Reading “Chapter 5 The Pilgrimage: A Rose Blooms”
A letter to my brother, You were here with me today, sitting at the foot of our family’s grave, our British kin dating back to the mid-1800s, maybe longer. I probably don’t need to say it because you were here with me, but remember… Continue Reading “Chapter 4 The Pilgrimage: A Gravesite Chat”
Welcome to Jolly Old England. A little over two weeks ago I decided to come here, to my parents’ beginnings, the place I could have been born but wasn’t because my father lusted for post-war adventure and an opportunity to improve his life and… Continue Reading “The Pilgrimage: Chapter One”
Aloha. Our last day in Paradise and like most people who visit the lush island of Kauai, we don’t want to leave. It’s been rainy, a bit chilly, windy and seasonably weather-rich in Princeville, our home for a week as we celebrate my kind,… Continue Reading “State of Being”
Flight delayed, an hour before departure, which seems metaphoric, symbolic, of the last six weeks, six months, six years, six decades of my life thus far: I’ve been in motion, stalled, a blur of quickly snapped iPhone images that document people, events, moments, but… Continue Reading “Delay No More”
Exhausted. Euphoric. Somewhat crippled. Grateful. At peace. These are my emotions as I wait to board the plane at JFK, bound for the Southland and in a few days the Central Coast of California. I’ve been here for a little more than two weeks,… Continue Reading “Hot Cocoa Blessings”
I’m on location. In a setting I thought of visiting, someday—maybe—but nixed the notion because it’s dusty and desert-y and HOT and DRY and really not my vibe at all. But here I am with more than 100 sisters from another mother, celebrating resiliency, growth, adventure, new… Continue Reading “For a week I camped in the desert”
I’m a silly girl. A woman-girl growing inside her own womb, punching, kicking, absorbing nutrients, feeling excited, worried, and at peace, trusting that my caretaker-self won’t let her little girl down, has her best interest at heart, and would do anything to support, heal, comfort and… Continue Reading “The Flying Machine”
“Every time my surroundings change, I feel enormous sadness. It’s not greater when I leave a place tied to memories, grief or happiness. It’s the change itself that unsettles me, just as liquid in a jar turns cloudy when you shake it.” ~ Italo Svevo… Continue Reading “Oh, the Places You’ll Go”
It’s been a long while since I blogged. I have so much to share and don’t really know where or how to begin. It’s all good. No worries there. But it’s been a jumble, a rumble, an unfolding, a sorting out—-literally—-of my entire life… Continue Reading “I Wrote a Poem”