As a child, I decided not to lie — at least not intentionally. It sounded like a good idea at the time. You see, I’d noticed that no matter how well I thought I was covering up whatever it was I was trying to hide, the grown ups always seemed to know when I wasn’t … Continue reading gag reflex
I didn't count on this showing up. If I did, I might not have done it. Maybe it’s best that I didn’t know. I might have chickened out. I’ve done it before, you know. What began as an experiment — immersing myself in being fully visible, without a mask to hide behind by way of … Continue reading unacceptable
There were no locks on the interior doors of my childhood home. Our family of six lived in a tiny two-bedroom house on the edge of Brooklyn in what had been a beach community of bungalows until the soldiers returned from WWII to settle down. The only privacy I had in that house full of … Continue reading from exile to emergence
While this exercise in blogging feels a lot like navel gazing, when I go deeper into it, there is more … so very much more. My ability and willingness to be vulnerable and authentic makes navel gazing seem more acceptable, even if self serving and boring from outwards appearances. Call it what you will — … Continue reading don’t sweat it . . .
Sunday afternoons the six of us piled into Dad’s station wagon and drove to Uncle Rick and Aunt Mary’s house. It wasn’t a long drive but everything we had to do before we went there, made is seem so. First, there was church. Dad didn’t go - he was ‘done’ with priests after a falling … Continue reading something about mary
When children share secrets, there's a bit of intrigue mixed with excitement. A bond is formed between those ‘in’ on information meant for no one else. A child feels trusted … special ... chosen. When adults share secrets with children, it often has the same effect, but with the weight of burden. This weight of ‘keeping’ … Continue reading silence of the lamb