Giving Up the Sacred, Coming Home

I’ve begun to do the work necessary to disentangle myself from my Home. It may take some time, but the first step has been discarding a few things that have possessed me, things that have held my attention and emotions: Dad’s red leather chair, my Grandmother’s secretary, photos, an oak rocking chair.

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Going Back to Go Forward*: the Girl from Snowy River Rides On

I guess you’re owed an explanation – if you want one. It was, after all, more than a year ago that I traveled to Northern California, writing about my trip back to the place that made me and about what I learned there. Spoiler alert: what I thought I knew then is much less than I know now and less than I’ll know tomorrow. I’m ok with that.

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Hiraeth

Hiraeth. Who knew it’s a thing? Maybe Ruby did. Yes, I’m quite certain she did. Does. Hiraeth. A longing for a home you can’t return to, or one that was never yours. not necessarily a house, but a homely feeling such as love. Hiraeth. I am sometimes consumed by Hiraeth.

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No Big Deal. He’s Just Tim. (Freaking. Cahill.)

“…Two days before the conference began, driving south through the chilly fog of California’s North Coast, I still hadn’t been able to write the required 2,500 word essay for the class. The only thing I had were words – about 8,000 of them – written in my blog as fodder for my memoir. So I pieced them together until my eyes got scratchy and lost focus, there in the quaint little motel that catered to vacationing families and cannabis dealers in the Emerald Triangle to connect with growers…”

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Foreshadowing Run Amok: two leaps backward, one step forward

Step One: I finally caught the Professor’s crud: sore throat, fatigue, laryngitis, and all that stuff. Step Two: My knee continued to hurt when I was traveling and a follow up blood test from last Friday shows increases in the numbers in tests for infection. That may not seem like a big deal, but I […]

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