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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OK, Sonny. It’s a Very Nice Place (revisited)

…driving through the vast, baking sagebrush sea under hazy blue skies, I felt a long-forgotten twinge of feeling. It was the feeling of traveling cross-country, untethered from home. It was the feeling that I could do anything, go anywhere, my possibilities, endless…

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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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That Girl

I was reaching deep into my pocket of thoughts this morning when my fingers closed around this necklace: “be the girl that goes for it”. I want to be that girl. The girl that rides the high desert foothills joyous, one with the land and her favorite horse. The girl that is the center of […]

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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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