When The Wall Came Down

Photo by Morgana Bartolomei on Unsplash 9 November 1989. If I could time travel, I would go back to that date. I would head to Berlin and watch the wall come down. I was alive when it happened. I was 13 years old. We were living in Hobart. I had started my first year of high school. Our... Continue Reading →

It gets better

Advice to my teenage self: I see you there trying to fit in. Not quite comfortable within your own skin. You’re trying so hard to be who they need you to be. A good girl with good grades with good friends at a good school. I see you there. Trying to meet their expectations. To... Continue Reading →

The dim light

Watching in horror as Afghanistan falls to the Taliban. I’m transfixed by heart crushing scenes that my husband is telling to set aside. How can you look past this post from the New York Times? In Tigray, Ethiopia, people are running from their homes as the fighting takes hold. Southern Haiti was made rubble as... Continue Reading →

On hope

I recently read an excellent interview on the Rust Belt Girl. It's a blog I follow by the lovely Rebecca Moon Ruark. The interview was with author Eliese Colette Goldbach -- a writer from the rust belt of America. A thought-provoking and honest piece, the questions and answers ranged from Goldbach's time working at a steel mill to... Continue Reading →

Dear 2020

Dear 2020, Not long now before you're gone. And I have to admit, a part of me is glad to see you leave. There was so much pain and suffering during your turn around the sun. You've been one awful year for so many people. As COVID-19 began to impact the country, it was sometimes... Continue Reading →

Inside

T’was the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; Via the old Daily Post Photo Challenge #133: Inside

Messages from children

The soul is healed by being with children.Fyodor Dostoevsky For the sake of my wellbeing in these unsettling times, I have reduced the amount of news I consume. I know enough to understand what's happening and what is expected of us, but not too much to frighten me. But enough gets through my social media... Continue Reading →

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