Growing Gray: A Jungian Writer Embraces the Crone
I’m honored to have a guest post by Jean Raffa this week. I met Jeanie more…
A Call in the Redwoods: My Hippie Intuition
The trees loomed ancient and prehistoric in the fog. Vic loved their height. He arched…
After the Last Bereavement Gathering
After the last meeting of our four-week bereavement support group, participants talk in groups of…
The Wounds We Carry: Help from Pema Chodron’s Tonglen Practice
“They’re all wounded,” I thought as I watched people in the grocery store or on…
Make Love Not War: 1967
I lean into Vic, tucking my shoulder under his arm. Feeling me tremble, he unzips…
Safe in the Great Mother’s Bed: Love, Loss and Continuing Bonds
Before Grandpa died when I was nine, I often visited my grandparent’s farm where Dad…
Cooking a Bowl of Italian Heaven: A Fast Vegetarian Recipe
I don’t cook as much as I used to. It’s a shame, since I spent…
Did I Get Enough Love?
As soon as you begin to ask the question, Who loves me? You are completely…
The Joy of a Creative Writing Class
I sit with others at a long table, six with notebooks and one with a…
Betrayal of the Body: The Secret Life of Cancer
It was only a little flu. After Thanksgiving break, Vic’s students often returned to campus…