The Axe Forgets; The Tree Remembers*

*African proverb My body has often been the object of critique by people who claimed to love me. Never mind being called “thunder thighs” by the little league football players when I was ELEVEN. Never mind the neighbor boy who said, “You’d be really pretty if you lost weight” when I was 15 and weighed … Continue reading The Axe Forgets; The Tree Remembers*

The House

I’ve always known it’s not the house that makes the home but the people who live there and the memories they create. Working my way through this downsize is so bittersweet. One minute I’m laughing, and the next, crying. Twenty-one years of memories happened here. I’ve gotten to the point a few times in the … Continue reading The House

The Beginning of the End

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve - and the beginning of the last Christmas my kids will have in their childhood home. I’m typing in the glow of the lit-up Christmas tree they helped me trim weeks ago with the ornaments that one collects during an adult lifetime. It’s a bittersweet feeling for sure. My home - … Continue reading The Beginning of the End