At 50, Finally Telling the Truth
I was into my 30s before I began to tell the truth. I hadn’t exactly been lying in the three previous decades; but what I… Read More »At 50, Finally Telling the Truth
There is Beauty in Truth
I was into my thirties before I began to tell the truth. I hadn’t exactly been lying in the three previous decades; but what I… Read More »There is Beauty in Truth
You Might As Well Jump
When my son was six years old and my daughter six months old my then husband and I moved to Oxford, England for his sabbatical… Read More »You Might As Well Jump
Alone, Again. Naturally.
From my desk, as I sit writing this, I can see the water: the Bull River out beyond a large marsh, the look of which… Read More »Alone, Again. Naturally.