Healing Outside the Spotlight

Ah, Jian Ghomeshi. Ah, New York Review of Books. Quite the little buzz they’ve got going this week. I can’t figure out what either of them was thinking by publishing Ghomeshi’s self-serving essay, which, if you feel like, you can read here. It did get me thinking about redemption, which I believe in, and reconciliation…

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I Am The Person Your Tax Dollars Helped

A post on my Facebook page recently got me thinking about how our moral beliefs are formed. Someone said, concerning the recent election of Doug Ford as Premier of Ontario:  “Prairie folk, of which I guess I am one, think differently when it comes to business and taking responsibility for one’s self.” What, I asked…

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I Hurt/I Hurt

There is a double meaning to the title of this blog: I hurt, as in I am feeling pain, but also I hurt, as in I have inflicted pain. A few days ago I did something necessary, something I had obsessed about for months, something I had meditated on, prayed over, asked advice about. I…

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Alice McDermott's THE NINTH HOUR and her magic mirror

I recently read Alice McDermott’s brilliant book, THE NINTH HOUR, about which NPR said: “The Ninth Hour begins with a suicide. The aftermath is handled with indisputable authority by a nun who works with the sick and poor, Sister St. Saviour, who arranges both a funeral for the dead man and a future for his pregnant…

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Suicide. Cruelty. Kindness…. and a possible movement.

It’s been a painful week, hasn’t it? Wow. Kate Spade. Anthony Bourdain. A general glut of cruelty and lack of kindness. I told myself I wouldn’t write another piece about suicide, but then I made the mistake of looking on social media, and what I saw upset me so, well, I can’t help myself. I begin…

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Glug, horror, attention!

As some of you know I have, with the help of the wonderful team of Bob and Garrett Griffith, created a raised bed vegetable garden. I love it. Veggies, you know? But here’s the problem… Bailey the Rescuepoo wandered out past the garden and was suddenly all muddy, as many short-legged white dogs might be.…

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When we are here… here…look!

As some of you know, I popped off social media a few days ago.  I’m a bit conflicted, I admit, and probably in the thrall of withdrawal, if you will. I miss people — and I hope they will find me and reach out. But I’m also much more at peace. I do not need another…

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Hello, goodbye, hello….

  How difficult it is to walk away …. well, from anything . . . but from social media doubly so. I have met so many people I care about through Facebook or Twitter. Truly, you know whom I mean, don’t you? Yes, you, probably. But then, I think, how much of my time is…

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2017 Year End Gratitude

People I trust have told me that practicing gratitude leads to feeling gratitude. Sure, I think, but some years (or days) make it easier than others to find the silver lining. 2017 has been brutal… still…. still…   A story: Some years ago a young man had come to an impasse. He realized he had…

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From Darkness to Light

The ancient Celts believed the new day began at sunset, as do modern pagans, Jews, and some Christians. Similarly, the ancients celebrated the new year on Samhain, October 31. I love this idea. I love the idea that there is a period of dark gestation prior to the actual birth. The ancient new year celebration…

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