originally published June, 2017 My mother’s funeral. The thing I remember most was my near-constant desire to lunge at the microphone WWF style and shout something very un-eulogy like. All of the people there, these “close, special friends,” most of whom I did not know at all inside this massive church, telling me how my… …Read More »
Mother’s day is coming. I have a feeling I’m not the only one in the world who has mixed feelings about it. My mom died in 1996, after a stroke that left her alive but unable to care for herself for the better part of that year. I was 26 at the time and it… …Read More »
I got an email a while back from a relative and then I had a hot and prickly stomachache for two days. This person, my uncle, had subscribed to my newsletter list and although I kind-of-sort-of noticed the name, I didn’t really put two and two together; it’s not like his name is Zebulon or… …Read More »
At some point along the journey I make with clients, we begin to talk about the way we were welcomed into the world. The way we were welcomed initially. The stories we have about it. Who we were, what we were like, what it was all like. And no matter who I talk to, I… …Read More »