The Rage Room

Shards of glass shoot toward my protective eye goggles as I hear my husband grunt “Arrhhhh” as he swings a metal crowbar towards a 1970s beveled vase. I notice the nerves in the left side of my neck and a headache forming above my eye. My body is starting to slow down, and I feel…

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Body as Story Teller

I awoke just before 5 a.m. with the heart crushing anxiety I have become acquainted with in this season.  I used to curse it and fight against it, but I am learning to embrace it.  I put my hand on my racing heart and gently said “welcome.”  As I sat in meditation my heart continued…

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Reordering My Days

I learned early the best way to survive was to fly under my mother’s radar. Do what I was told, when I was told, exactly as I was told. Her way was/is the only right way. No exceptions. I was an “easy” child. I was a good student, earning good grades and comments from teachers.…

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Clues

I recently exited a LYFT car ride knowing a whole host of intriguing things about the driver—a delightful woman making a life out of driving complete strangers around the country. I chose to sit in the front seat and make small talk. I heard all about how driving had enabled her to get debt free,…

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