Tag Archives: My Life

Unlearning 9/11

Six years ago, I drove to work with the image of devastation, panic and death on my mind. I was trying to come to terms with something horrific that occurred 3000 miles away. As always in September, I was meeting … Continue reading

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The Color of White Paper

“And the end of all our explorings will be to arrive where we started and know it for the first time.”     T. S. Elliot I found this today and thought of the end of a David Byrne film “True … Continue reading

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A Staff Meeting Poem

As I was doodling, which I do to pay attention at staff meetings this poem appeared among the images of hands. We were talking about the impressions we leave on others. My heart is impressed, experienced, broken and healed strong … Continue reading

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Some Random Images The Recent Past.

This is a doodle from a training on working with children from abusive and stressful homes. It was held at a retired fort that was used as a training base. This is one I made at a full staff meeting. … Continue reading

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Back Into the Hurly-burly of Crowded Mornings

My 15 year old is going back to school tomorrow, which means I need to make space in my morning for a grumpy teenager. My mornings have been sanctuaries of serenity this summer as no one is up before I … Continue reading

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