Taking my writing out for a walk. She described herself as sturdy in the radio interview. Sturdy is a sapling,. The coiled clay pot my daughter made in grade school. I am rooted but bendy,. Able to support children and grown men,. A handy container for steel wool,. Or single earrings, tea bags,.

Growing up I gave as little information as I could about my family. I always felt this immense shame that I am adopted. That people will find out and will treat me inferiorly, because I am not meant to live in this lavish lifestyle. I needed to feel grateful no matter what. Is it possible that I am the only ungrateful adoptee who feels this pain? Love and peace to all.

Really made me realize just how yellow and terrible the linoleum was. And finally found a replacement. Which I love against the bright white t.

Walking with My Mother in the December of Her Life. The Best Years of Your Life. When my husband was away from home for long hours, testing his lab mice throughout the nights when the colicky baby woke up and I felt alone in the world far from home and cried just as hard as the baby did each of us inspiring more tears in the other. I thought, even then, their words were disrespectful, in their lack of acknowledgement of the struggle.

Exploring the connection between humans and the natural world. I greatly appreciate that you have been following my blog. If you open the website, and click on blogs at the top of the home page, you will open to my most recent blog, A Forest Talking. There is an easy subscribe on the right hand bar. Grandma, I skipped the stone! Dad, Dad, I did it! Then we each wandered the.

Living for the weekend, loving the in between and dragging you along for the ride. Sun, Birds, Seal, Frogs.