As far back as I can remember, I have been accused of being “moody” by my parents. The behavior associated with the onset of moodiness was akin to a computer powering off. I would go numb, blank and disappear. During my time in therapy and the many group modalities I’ve experienced, I hoped that I …
It’s been a couple of powerful days in San Diego following a very full month. In this moment, I no longer feel so capable of weathering the difficult emotions in and around me. I’m not sure why, but it feels beyond my capacity to sustain my strength. I guess I’m growing weary of being a …
We are leaving New York for San Diego, today. One month after his death, our daughter’s boyfriend will be buried on Thursday. We have never been to San Diego, so a small part of me is looking forward to being two blocks away from the Pacific and exploring the Ocean Beach area. Our departed friend …
I haven’t been writing, but I certainly have been living a life worth writing about. Allow me to catch you up a bit… Our little home in the countryside has become a sanctuary for our youngest daughter, her closest friend and her canine companion. When we come home from work, it’s like it was in …
We have returned home to Youngsville. We, in this case, is our youngest daughter, Steph, her soulful traveling friend, Becca, and Chaga, Becca’s friendly dog. Our days and nights have been spent together- talking, crying, cooking, sharing stories about Weston and the trio’s stories from the road. For me, having Chaga here is a blessing. …
Since I started this blog, I’ve written about my experiences with change and the feelings that come up along the way. After a lifetime of journaling, therapy, songwriting, meditation, prayer and the deep, soulful conversations I enjoy with friends and family, I have merely transferred those thoughts and emotions to this new format. I’ve enjoyed …
Beth and I began writing and performing for children thirty-two years ago. Although it was not my dream to be a teaching artist, our being in this business has worked out very well for us and the people we’ve served. Apparently, “life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.” (Allen Saunders) …
As a child, winter meant lots of snow, heavy Mighty Mack jackets, frosty mittens, snowball fights and living dangerously on our Flexible Flyer sleds. I grew up in a suburb, 45 minutes north of New York City and boy oh boy did the white stuff come down from December thru March. I know that our …
What do you really want to do with the rest of your life? Is it financially possible to do it? Do you believe that if you jump that a net will appear? These and other questions are ones Beth and I have been asking ourselves for years, but more now in our early 60s. To …
I can get out of bed, take a shower, and get dressed for another day. I can show up for work, do my best, and try to be kind to everyone I meet. I can shop for food, learn something new, and watch a little TV before bed. Many years ago, a therapist told me …