Traveling the World Through Others
As I straightened up the kitchen this morning, I started singing Cat Steven’s Father and Son song. It’s such a beautiful song from a son to his father. Though sad, it’s message is clear: the son has learned much from his father, but he feels his father doesn’t understand him. He feels like his father…
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I once read that dreams are our subconscious mind playing with itself when our conscious minds are resting. Though I am not entirely sure if this is true, I do know I have very weird dreams, and I really want to know if other people have dreams like the one I am about to describe.…
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Based on recent events in my life and in our society, I want to bring back a post I wrote in 2015. This post was part of a series that highlighted accomplished women. Unfortunately, it fell a bit flat, but today I feel a renewed sense of energy. Women like Kamala Harris and Stacy Abrams…
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I just started a new book. It was left on my desk yesterday with no note. Books always have a way of finding me, but I wish I knew who this person is because I would thank him/her. This little number is a compiling of well known people and the notes they would write to…
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Sometimes I realize how close I am to the ground. So close that I can see very small stones and pieces of dirt that I know taller people can’t see. Sometimes I become very dissatisfied with myself and the fact that I often wear jeans twice in a row without washing them. Sometimes I see people…
Read MoreI woke up this morning thinking about the idea of sacrifice. As an English teacher, I know what the word the means. I can define it, identify it as a topic in literature, or point it out as a lesson to be learned in the myriad of television shows my boys watch. Recently I heard…
Read MoreOnce long ago, a tarot card reader told me I was an Alchemist in a past life. “You were very powerful and quite cruel,” she said as she turned another card over and looked at the spread with folded hands. “What is an Alchemist?” I asked, which is a bit weird because I was less hung…
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The Wandering Empath 