It’s Wednesday morning, about 7:15am. I’ve just walked into the prep room where I’m shown to my bed. I see several other beds in this busy room, each with so-called privacy curtains.
#2
Curtains close around Act One
I’m alone with my heart and one large plastic bag
The beginning of Act Two
Perfectionism is cowardly, not brave.
On a happy outing with D and our children, somewhere on the West Coast, 1976
It’s now 1975-76. I’m in the last year of my master’s program at Fuller Seminary. D and I were happily married when we arrived at seminary. In fact, my happiest memories up to then are about my relationship with D. A little conflict is to be expected, right? Read the rest of this entry »
California clothes in Savannah, GA, summer 1974-75. Photo taken by my father.
Just reading Part 15 made me wince. I’m in a no-win cycle. From my point of view in 1974-75, I had three choices as D’s wife: Read the rest of this entry »
before my eyes
they swim
in salt water
old photos
fresh with memories
I blink
reluctant to move
my eyes
tears water
my face
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Christmas stockings in Altadena Read the rest of this entry »
I don’t remember exactly when the cracks started to show. It was sometime in 1974 and 1975, my second and third years as a student at Fuller Seminary. Little things began piling up that I thought D and I would never have to deal with.
Nothing spectacular. Just the Read the rest of this entry »
How loathe I’ve been
To squander this life
To cast to the wind
Or drop into the ground
What I cannot save Read the rest of this entry »
Last week I discovered this delightful poem by Emily Dickinson. She was about 32 years old when she wrote it. It’s full of wisdom and a touch of self-directed humor. Read the rest of this entry »
The sun is shining! I’m alive and getting clear about what to do and what not to do to help my one and only heart. Here’s a quick update just for you!
First, the good news. Read the rest of this entry »
The photo above isn’t at all connected to my dream. It is, however, a magnificent view of a tiny corner of stuff the good people at Longwood Gardens take care of so I don’t have to take care of it! Isn’t that wonderful? I think so.
Now here’s the dream. Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 