Today is the birthday of Beatrix Potter, who reminds us that imagination can be the glue that binds us to home.
My own story of belonging is both different from and similar to Brené’ Brown’s. Since I didn’t fit in, I used my oddness to my advantage. That worked as a kid but hurt me as an adult.
We all have a need to belong. In Maslow’s hierarchy of needs, belonging is smack in the middle of the pyramid, right there with love.
Today is Mazie’s Gotcha Day anniversary. One year since we met and I brought her home with me. And what a year it’s been! She was four weeks pregnant when we met and had recently been rescued from a home with 100 dogs. No… Continue Reading “One Year with Mazie”
Grieving for our Childhood, Not our Country The place I lived as a child . . . has completely vanished. . . there’s no evidence that any of what I remember actually happened, or that the people I knew ever existed. . . The… Continue Reading “Nostalgia”