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New Energy in 15, Blowing Kisses in Lake Geneva

New Energy in 15, Blowing Kisses in Lake Geneva

It was a balmy 18 degrees at sunrise in Lake Geneva, so I did a t’ai chi move to help my circulation get moving. Suddenly there was a HUUUUUGE cracking noise, the ice was shifting, so I began to blow kisses to my mom, because this is her lake, and I miss her a...

deathbed regrets

I seem to be stumbling upon more and more stories about deathbed regrets. I have been doing a load of writing these days, both sharing publicly and privately; I write as soon as I wake up, freehand, a la The Artist’s Way morning pages, just to dump the garbage...
Death Does Not Become Her

Death Does Not Become Her

I am not going to review all the death and dying I was close to this past year; I’d rather focus on what it has inspired me to do. I came to visit my ex-husband in Mexico rather unexpectedly, and I certainly did not plan to stay as long as I have, but my lessons...
Under the Spell of the Mexican Moon

Under the Spell of the Mexican Moon

When I lived in San Miguel de Allende ten years ago, I started to write a book called, “Under the Spell of the Mexican Moon” and my personal downfall was that I showed it to too many people and the fear I experienced from hearing the feedback caused me to...