I had ambitions once to be a great writer and that singular goal got diluted by a great fear. I was living in San Francisco when fear became my mode of operation. I feared I would never be a writer. I feared I would never have what everyone else was enjoying. I feared I would never have children. I feared my notion of success was as a lover said about me, “your dreams are too…
I was reading an article recently about Robin Roberts (sister of our very own anchor Sally-Ann Roberts) and was struck by this statement she made: “I have been mulling over how much more I have learned about myself through sorrow than through joy.” Amen, sister. I really think I was in some state of suspension for many years as I went through clone years of my 20s where I was trying to imitate what I…
Do you believe in coincidences? In what Carl Jung called synchronicity? Because the other day I wrote a post on being a seeker and next thing you know my friend in Boston sent me a link to look at my astrological chart and this is what it said: You are always questioning and learning, and you seem young and alive no matter what your chronological age, for your mind is always alert, curious, flexible and…
I dreamed last night that I cut Tin’s arm off and handed him over to friends in another room who called me because he was bleeding everywhere and then he came out of the room but couldn’t walk straight because he was off balance and I picked him up and tried to caress him and kept apologizing over and over again. Since there was a thunderstorm rampaging through the city when I woke, I lay…
A friend was telling me a story about how she had gained her self-confidence. It happened at a conference she goes to where there are a lot of celebrities and one day, she had taken a photo with one, and when she saw the photo she had this realization that the celebrity should have been happy to take the photo with HER, not the opposite. And she realized that she had been selling herself short…
Long, long ago, in a land far far away (Metairie), my first husband told me that I was a seeker. He did not mean this in a kind way; no, he meant that I was looking for something, was restless, not content. Three husbands later, I kept hearing the same refrain. I’ve been told to stop searching, to stop turning over stones, to leave well enough alone and yet, try as I might, I can’t.…