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Tethered Hearts

To be tethered is to be connected, fastened, bound, or confined.
To be tethered is to be home.

The History of the U.S. and Home

Today we recognize the 574 tribes of Native Americans in the U.S. today and the millions who were here when we took their homes.

Potato Soup

Chewing has become exhausting. I wish I had understood that decades ago when I made soup for my father.

When Place is a Verb

Thomas Rhett has a new song out where he says, “It sure is good to be country again.” I’m struggling to understand what that means. What does it mean to be a place?

Contemplating Suicide

Living–really living–is a perpetual act of suicide.

Before & After We Marry, Part 1

After a wedding, you are never really the same. Once we marry, a part of us is gone forever. Even as we embrace our new joined lives with joy, we need to honor what we leave behind.

Seniors Leaving Home

When it’s time for assisted living, it’s not the home or belongings our elders miss. It’s the freedom and their youth. They don’t so much care if they are forgetting things, they have all the memories they need.

Peter Rabbit, Imagination, and Our Sensory Love of Home

Today is the birthday of Beatrix Potter, who reminds us that imagination can be the glue that binds us to home.

Belonging, Part 2: my Story

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.

Belonging

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.

One Year with Mazie

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”

Nostalgia

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”

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