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Living the Playful Life

A few weeks ago, my daughter and I spent a weekend in the north Georgia mountains where I read slightly racy mystery novels, napped when I felt like it, and ate whatever sounded good at the moment. For the first time in years, I allowed my mind to let go of planning future projects, preparingContinue reading “Living the Playful Life”

A Tribute to My Mom

Growing Up in the Pine Woods of Alabama This past Mother’s Day, I wanted to honor the woman that was my mother by collecting some of the pieces of her story that I remember and trying to flesh out the context that shaped her. In many ways, her life was the product of the cultureContinue reading “A Tribute to My Mom”

Spring as Liminal Space

I have always loved Spring in Atlanta, even with the pollen. As soon as there are a few days of warmth in February, I start looking for the daffodils to start poking their heads out of the pine straw. My friends that have moved further north are still experiencing snow and cold. I know we’reContinue reading “Spring as Liminal Space”

Seeing My Whiteness

What are my earliest memories of being aware that I was white? That seems a very different question than asking when I first noticed other people’s skin color. My mother told a story about a trip to New York when I was really little. My dad was in the Navy and was signing paperwork toContinue reading “Seeing My Whiteness”

The Transforming Power of Spiritual Practices

I have meditated for several years, sometimes more consistently than at others. I’ve done it long enough to know that it helps open and free my mind to think differently. But I wanted to solidify the practice and make it a regular part of my everyday life. I also longed for rituals and life rhythmsContinue reading “The Transforming Power of Spiritual Practices”