age matters

I turned 75 this August. I celebrated with Richard, my husband of 32 years, at Cliff River Springs, a Shangri-La of an oasis about 60 miles north of Santa Fe with a spring-fed pond deep enough to swim in, endless hiking trails, grazing deer,  fabulous yellow hummingbirds and 1200 acres of serenity. As a hospice worker I was always fascinated by … Continue reading age matters

On The Bus

  Back in the day when hippies ruled the world, there was a saying: You were either on the bus or off the bus. You either believed in the unseen presence of Spirit, benevolent creator of magic and synchronicity, or you consigned yourself to sit out the party in muggle-land. You either surrendered and let the flow take you, or … Continue reading On The Bus

heart on fire

I had a one thousand dollar illegal abortion when I was nineteen, paid for by my older lover. Ten one hundred dollar bills in an envelope all facing in the same direction,  ten tight-lipped Ben Franklins staring out at me. I handed them over to the woman who picked me up at the Newark New Jersey airport and … Continue reading heart on fire