As a young girl, I was instructed to say my prayers before going to sleep. It was a nighttime ritual that goes back many generations. I can see myself kneeling in front of my bed and saying: This poem goes back to The New England Primer, a publication rooted in the Episcopal Church and written …
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Who the f*ck are you and what horse did you ride in on? Or. Trust Your Intuition!
Today I had the initial consult with an oncologist. First off, oncologist has been a really odd word to say and write. My family doesn’t have a history of cancer. So, this diagnosis of breast cancer has been a surprise not only to me, but to many in my family. Through this journey so far, I …
When It’s Not Benign: The Gift of Love
I’ve been in judgment of my body for as long as I can remember. There’s a saying that when I point a finger, three are pointing back at me. In this case though, when I’m in judgment of some aspect of self, it’s not just four fingers pointing at me, it’s me pointing at my whole being. Going well …