Happiness. It's relative.
It was my first time. I’d never had anyone fuss with my face, shape my eyebrows, those were things other women did, not me. I lay back on the table and she put a pillow under my knees. As she studied my face, she… Continue Reading “My Face, My Beautiful Face”
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I crossed over today. There’s no other way to say it. Like a dying person who sees the bright light, I’ve stopped the struggle, ended the resistance, faced the truth and found that I am fine with it.…
Transformative experiences sometimes come by the teaspoonful. They are little wee bits of reorientation and redefinition. This week’s transformative tidbit is this: I don’t need to keep apologizing for something I can’t control and isn’t my fault. It’s almost a reflex for me to… Continue Reading “The Heart of the Matter”
Viewed from behind, the man appeared to be headless. There were his khaki pants, his white shirt neatly tucked in, a cane swinging as he walked, but where his head should have been there was only his collar. As we drove by him and… Continue Reading “Confronting My Own Ageism”