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“My poor mother, who was both a terrorist and a child.” Anne Lamott This perfect gem, from one of my favorite authors, so beautifully...

It’s been about two months since my withdrawal to work on some radical self-care and a major attitude adjustment. Apparently, my Spidey...

As I enter my fourth week of extremely limited movement thanks to my latest gift from the Universe, my gratitude list is topped by my...

It’s so easy to be positive when the metaphorical sun is shining. Or at least peeking out on the horizon. Or even when the brutal storm...

This week I was remembering the short-lived experiment in which the CWP attended a private Episcopal school for third and part of fourth grade. Her spirited nature and inability to conform led to the odd phone call from the teacher and her perspicacious interpretation of the whole experience provided no shortage of dinner table hilarity. We’d be left especially helpless by her spot-on imitations of her music teacher, a tiny, eccentric martinet whose longing for retirement wa