“I have no idea how you lived through your twenties,” my wife has said, more than once. But why? So I wanted to be as alive as I could! (Perhaps because at other times, Death beckoned with such allure?) So I felt touched by God in my heart, soul, blood, bone, and skin! So I […]
I am forty-five years old. I was diagnosed with bipolar illness about 13 years ago. Diagnoses of PTSD and anxiety and ADHD came later. Ah, the salad, the stew, the soup of neurotransmitters… Those last three diagnoses changed my life dramatically, though it is only in the last year that my mood has truly been […]
Dearest– We are all devoted, says the title of this edition of Reflections. We are all devoted to something. Some of us are clearly devoted to things we wish we weren’t. A cigarette after meals. Checking our phones compulsively. Having sex when we really don’t feel like it, even with committed partners, but we feel […]
I am not fully healed. I am not fully wise. I am still on my way. What matters is that I am still moving forward. –Yung Pueblo Dear ones – I am definitely not fully healed. I am definitely not fully wise. I am indeed on my way. And I am not at all […]
Beloved- This week, I am mad for poetry. Typo: “made for poetry,” and perhaps that too. I met Maya Angelou when we brought her to speak at Penn State in the mid-nineties. I was in the front row, and I had had the chance to talk with her before her appearance. What a giant. I […]