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Blue Eyed Indian

Blue Eyed Indian

a story about searching for one’s lost tribe   Wingapo Cheskchamay (“Welcome, All Friends” in Powhatan language) I share this excerpt from my book with you now because I have lately struck a chord in some of my posts….there are others besides me who do not feel...

Telling the Truth

"When a woman tells the truth she is creating the possibility for more truth around her."  -Adrienne Rich There is something about having an audience that provokes an artist (of any kind, whether writer, musician, visual artist, actor, etc.) to rise to the occasion...

The Gift of Gratitude-from 2004

(Author's note: It is interesting to me to see how my thoughts and writing style have evolved over years of time.  I see that there is still some use to the writings below, so offer them for your perusal.  Perhaps an updated version will follow!) The Gift of Gratitude...

My Own Space, part 2

The response I've received since publishing my last entry about my desire to have "my own room" has been so interesting, I felt it merited a little more airtime.  Some have written to accuse my husband of not wanting to share power (sorry I told on you in my blog,...

The Little Boy in the Labyrinth

The Little Boy in the Labyrinth

They say in therapeutic settings that we always confront and heal what’s easiest first.  For me, first was to confront the sexual abuse, then to confront my father, and to reclaim my sexuality, my feelings of safety in the world, and my power (and probably will...

The Stolen Mother Moon

The Stolen Mother Moon

The Stolen Mother Moon from a story that Clarissa Pinkola Estes tells on “warming the stone child”, worshipfully transcribed by Licia Berry This is about a light, a certain kind of light that is represented by the moon, a psychic light, a cool light, it has some...