A truism is something that is obviously true. But no matter how obvious, sometimes we just don't want to believe they are true. Here are a few examples of truisms, as I see them. If you have some of your own, I'd love you to add them in the comments. When someone shows you who they are, you . . .
Before dawn 21 years ago today the call came that my mother had died. It was not a surprise; she'd been sick for the better part of a year. I left home in 1972. It was my mother's fondest wish that I return, but I had a career and had built a life--several, really--and to be honest, as Bob Dylan . . .
When we let people into the sacred space of our lives, they must deserve to be there. And want to be there. They must give you a place in their lives. And--this is key--THEY must think YOU are too important to lose. Bottom line: They must be additive to our lives. Whether they are a family . . .
Each of us goes through challenging periods in our lives, times of struggle and pain. If we're lucky, we count one or two trusted comrades among our friends. Folks who are able to see us and hear us --because the truth is that we all need to be seen and heard, especially in times of trouble. And in . . .
One of my friends lives in a state of constant regret. Shoulda, coulda, woulda. I can see how it happened: Traumatized at an early age by a dominant, unreasonable and abusive father, this sensitive soul built protective walls. The walls weren't strong enough and didn't keep them safe. But what . . .
When the veil that obscures our vision is removed, the perfect clarity that results is a beautiful thing. Oh, it may not be the most comfortable thing, but it clears the path for us to move forward. The bumps and bruises that are a normal part of life chip away at the veil obscuring our vision, . . .
The Mexican Day of the Dead is actually several days, during which loved ones who have transitioned are honored with altars, offerings and visits to the cemetery. During these days, the spirits of the dead are invited to come for a visit. The holiday falls within my own biggest season of loss: my . . .
Walking down the hall in my temporary hotel quarters in my hometown, a discarded star on the carpet caught the light and my attention. It's been there for at least several weeks, resisting suitcase wheels, footfalls, vacuuming. Every day I'd notice it as I went to my rooms. As I write, it's still . . .
This is for Michael, Gregory, Bonnie, Michele, Scott, bestie Lee, Maui girls Susan and Alice, Cheri, Joanne, MaryLou and for my beloved Marilyn, who is now on the other side but still always present. I live a life of the mind and the heart. It is not for everyone. Sometimes it's a challenge even . . .
“You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.” Every writer I know loves this quote from writer Annie LaMott. We do own our experiences and we absolutely write about them, at least in my genre, which is . . .