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My therapist said to me yesterday when I saw her out walking, “Adulthood sucks.” Her best friend had died. I ran into a friend of mine at the dog park this morning, she told me a mutual friend of ours had died. Chris, who started Bacchanal, a place where we would gather after the 2005 Federal Flood – 10 years later, he’s dead in his sleep. How can this happen? My friend writes to tell…
My friend, Kim Frohsin, posted this image she photographed recently at some construction site in San Francisco. I had it as my screen saver because it’s beautiful and blue. But my blues kicked in this week, and I can’t look at the blue without feeling my blues skim the top of my ocean. So I’m changing my screen saver to something that fills me with hope, not more blues. Because as Emmy Lou Harris sang…
I posted this on Instagram with “my loneliness ain’t killing me no more” – that’s how I felt when I was walking along this path – totally alive, not alone. I need to see this image so that I can go back there over and over again.
I’m forcing myself to stick my head way up off my shoulders and look at the big picture because it’s getting a tad cloudy down here in Rachel Land. This week started off on a melancholic note. There was the low after the high of being on retreat with people working on racial justice in New Orleans. There were connections with people that were intimate and natural and fun, and now those relationships don’t have…
I went away to the Welcome Table retreat this weekend and since it was a working weekend filled with laughter and tears and resolutions and revolutions, it’s going to take me a little time to unwind and figure out what condition my condition is in. This week I start my writer’s workshop at the Walker Percy Center at Loyola and will look at the investment I have made into writing this book that has been…
For those who know me and know that I own my baldness just as much as I owned my badass big red hair, this will come as a surprise. Not what I did, but that I had to even think about it as a radical move. Last night, before I went to bed, I changed my profile photograph on Linked In to one of me bald. It has been three years this month since I…
Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front by Wendell Berry Love the quick profit, the annual raise, vacation with pay. Want more of everything ready-made. Be afraid to know your neighbors and to die. And you will have a window in your head. Not even your future will be a mystery any more. Your mind will be punched in a card and shut away in a little drawer. When they want you to buy something they…
I woke this morning charged with a new challenge – accepting myself just the way I am. Today, I will no longer critically speak to myself in [Louise] whispers about how I need to lose 17 lbs or else I am doomed to be that overweight, aging woman whose curves used to be meaningful and are now just shameful. Today, I will not pummel myself for not having finished the book I started writing a…
I love that video of Chimamanda Adichie on why We should all be feminists. I love the part when she asks why she would be interested in a man who finds her intimidating. I saw a video that was being passed around today where a woman says that those women who say it will take a strong man to appreciate a strong woman are dead wrong. That being a strong woman is what will turn…
I bring you the uncanny Yahoo horoscope: Taurus You might be needlessly licking your wounds from an emotional disappointment yesterday. Although warrior Mars is waving his banner today, you don’t have to go to battle to achieve a victory. The truth is you only need to be honest and speak from your heart. However, be ready to back up your words with action, if needed. There’s no reason to look behind you when there is…