Space and Time

An intentional contrast to the bright modern décor of the rest of the house, an iron caged Edison light casts an amber hue on the dark navy walls but provides very little guidance as you step down through the doorway and begin your descent. You walk carefully, the steps are old and uneven.  Framed photographs …

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Her Hands

She holds her thumbs inside each fist to hide the scabby nubs.  The moist environment of her hands squeezed tight hosts the spread of the tiny warts that bubble tentatively alongside her nail bed and lower lip.  Her hands always seem to be in need of a wash; dirt and paint hide wherever they can …

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Jolie Laide – 30 Years Later

An earlier post described an experience of snooping where I discovered a journal entry describing me as Jolie Laide.    I was fifteen.  As an empath, I don't worry about what other people are thinking as much as I absorb so I was able to process what I was feeling.  Those few seconds were a …

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The Great Escape

I tried to run away today. My daughter sat on my bed and watched me pack. She told me it was probably a good idea for me to leave since I seemed so upset. This sort of hurt my feelings, but then she added, “This is how I felt last night, I understand” and I …

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Teen Beat

  At the peak, there were two US Postal bins of letters stacked on my porch every day for a week.  It peaked and waned - but I was getting letters for years after I posted the ad in Teen Beat's penpal section. At twelve years old, I was writing a wide variety of people from all …

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The Downstairs Den

The black sectional couch in our den would squeak and groan as you tried to get comfortable; you'd sink too fast into the cold pleather cushions. The Charlie Brown afghan,  with chevron stripes of brown, orange and yellow, rarely left it's spot draped on the back of the couch (unless it was being thrown over …

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Forgiveness as an Act of Self-Care

Check out the great blog post: https://reimaginetherapy.com/2017/08/02/a-not-so-simple-opinion-on-forgiveness-2/ This speaks to what I wrote in my last post about a suggestion that not 'speaking my truth' resulted in my getting cancer in my throat area.  I was so offended by that at the time - but it makes a lot of sense....

You Know That Feeling??

You know that feeling you're in a group waiting for your turn to speak and as that time gets closer - you go into a vacuum where you can feel your heartbeat and the blood rushing through your body? Yes? Good. Remember that feeling. When I was in school, I always felt I didn't “get“ …

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Learning to Dance from My Daughter (Who Can’t Dance)

My daughter says she can't dance. Every time she says this, I tell her why that is: She isn't feeling the music. She is so caught up trying to get the moves right she isn't listening. I tell her to pick an instrument and follow it with her body and she looks at me confused …

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