I was so wrong. I regret my lack of understanding and effort in beginning on the ‘open roads’. They were my roads. And yes, others were on the same road. They too began where I began, travelling, lookinf for their one road. All of our roads began as one.
September 8, 2020. To contribute to International Literacy Day.. Love and a kiss just because, stephanie
As we met the lake, the sky softened from clear blue to an enveloping grey in the haloed light of the setting sun.
After months of procrastinating, I finally made the form for the light installation at the Matthias building…
August 6, 2020. ………………. I walk through Holy Cross Forest View Cemetery, as I always have done, each time I… Read more The turn.
I have a survivor story to share with you, but I have not really done so with a full head of steam. Any less an effort is not my best. I am absolutely scared to evolve…of breaking the thread between the past and the now. Yet, I must.
Your health, now more than ever, is my family’s health; my health is my neighbor’s. We are global…
As I talked, I still felt a bit like the observer, documenting myself and my actions while reminding myself to speak not as a victim but as a proud woman and graceful lady.
I would write a beautiful book, a beautiful story… But it may not be pretty….
January 1, 2020 Dear Wind, I am smiling and hope you are too. Never in a million years would I… Read more How to Navigate the Magical Flight of the Awkward: A Year and a Decade Anew
