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I was speaking to someone late into the night, exchanging war stories about our lives and then I found my friend going down a rabbit hole. The intent was clear, and my friend even said “I guess I wanted to know if you’re as bad as I am.” I said my escapades were mistakes of the heart not otherwise. I’d rather be whole than good. ~Carl Jung I heard this quote the next day on…
As long ago as October of 2007, I was in Istanbul and my friend’s neighbor read my fortune from a teacup. We sat in the living room, on the ground floor of an apartment building that faced the Bosporous Sea, and this woman clucked her tongue in Turkish, your heart has no roads in, it is blocked solid. I will attest to the fact that it remained this way for too long a time. It…
Today, I woke and made bad coffee. So then I made another pot. I went to the San Pedro Riparian Habitat and missed the turn, but a guy working on a street project said to go back and to the east and then look for the cottonwoods. East? Thankfully that was indicated on the GPS. Cottonwoods – I know and they were lovely to behold as they came into view – stretching north and south.…
The last week at the onset seemed an uphill climb. At the Hall, there was a retirement party, our Lava Lounge, then Reggae Fest, two TV spots at the buttcrack of dawn (my Russian friend likes to call it this), then a wedding, where I would be presiding, and that was just at the Hall. In my private life there was a disappointment to overcome. It started with the disappointment and as is my tendency,…
A woman I know is running a business in Biloxi, and she is a working mother. I asked her how she is doing, and she said, “One thing for sure no one is coming to save me.” Today, we did a meditation and the first question was when was the last time you asked for help? My answer, yesterday when I asked Terry and Bill to come help me set up the Hall. Owning a…
I got in the car with friends last night heading to a new Colombian restaurant in Gulfport for dinner. The first rule of this group, who seldom has time to get together as a group, is overshare. And the overshare sometimes includes future forecasting, which if you are paying attention, is my specialty. In a parent support group on Zoom yesterday, each of us was sharing and the theme was fear and man, we have…
I desire to be free. And yet I struggle. I am a layered trifle of limited beliefs, which I am constantly trying to scoop away, eat away, dissolve, and yet, these beliefs persist. Much of the meditation I’ve been doing the past few weeks is about breaking out of these limited beliefs. Here’s where the buzzer goes off – is this true or is this not true? I’ll give you a belief that has come…
My friend Amos Paul Kennedy, Jr. came in for Mardi Gras since he was our King last year for the Krewe of 100 WOMEN DBA. The word character is the best way to describe a man whose talent and zest for life and use of the beauty of words give so much delight. On Thursday, Amos was selling some of his books and posters during the Hall’s Lava Lounge. I found mine instantly – FUCK…
Woman goes on journey, comes home changed. The journey was a short trip to Arizona to visit Tin. It also happened to be the weekend before his 16th birthday, an event that is always laden with ambivalence. Not mine, his. The journey of an adopted child is lifelong. I remember a man in an adoption group I belonged to insisting that I look at adoption as trauma, and I insisted I was not going to…
On November 7, 2025, Ann and I were driving Tin to boarding school in Arizona. We stopped in Las Cruces, NM and took a detour to go see a giant roadrunner sculpture made out of garbage. As fascinating as it was, and it was, we were in the parking lot of the welcome center when Ann thought she spotted a chicken running underneath the cars. A young man, Asian, handsome, long jet black hair, stood…