“I am large.” Walt Whitman wrote, in Song of Myself. “I contain multitudes.“
In the spirit of that celebrated nineteenth century poet, essayist, and journalist, we all “contain multitudes.” Here are a few of the ones I claim, in no particular order.
- a Returned Peace Corps Volunteer & a poultry farmer
- a Gestalt psychotherapist & a sociologist
- a grandmother & a mother & a daughter
- a really bad gardener & a Buddhist wannabe
- the alpha mom to a gorgeous white shepherd
- a tenor & a mezzo soprano
- a swimmer & a snowshoer
- a reader, a writer & a published author
- a divorcee & a wife
The list goes on.
Sometimes Often, the lives we live seem in polar opposition to each other. For example, I’ve been a failure and a success, a victim and a survivor, a stutterer and a keynote speaker, and I’m sure there are many I’m forgetting.
I can be gracious and generous, as well as opinionated and impatient. Recognizing that, I try to embrace my “inner bitch” at least once a day. 😊 Everyone is happier when I do. I’m sure you can relate.
All have brought me to where I am today. And I’m glad.
Let’s start with the blog.
MY BLOGGING MISSION has evolved over the years.
2013 to 2016: to foster curiosity in cultural differences, especially the ones that make me gasp
2017-2019: to help us chew on ideas we previously swallowed whole
2020-: to examine conflict in all its varieties
Whatever the mission, these “three Cs” have guided each post:
Curiosity, Compassion, and Courage
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Here then, is that virtual resume these ABOUT pages have become:
1999 WAS A BIG YEAR
PEACE CORPS YEARS
I share my life with C. W. (Woody) Starkweather, my friend, my spouse, my lover, my cook, and my chief Beta reader. For each of his roles, I am grateful.
I continue to write narrative non-fiction in Vermont with Sasha, my white shepherd, at my feet, and the White Mountains of New Hampshire just out my window. I sing whenever I can, serve as a reading mentor at the local school and am looking to expand freelance writing opportunities.
Shortly after I turned 70, I opened a new psychotherapy practice, complete with a new photo, business cards, and brochure. I’ll give it two years and see if it takes off here in rural Vermont as well as it did in Philadelphia.
And, I continue to blog weekly. I hope you’ll join me.