I am a mother, a writer, a community collaborator, a renovator, an avid traveler, a theatre buff, a lover of yoga, gardening, good wine and great conversation…for now.
In essence, I am a work in progress.
As the year draws to a close, I find myself looking both backward and ahead. Late December carries the promise of a clean slate, a tabula rasa, as we close out the old year and move toward a new one. And yet, if you’ve lived long enough, you know there is no such thing as blank . Every breath carries memory. Every moment is shaped by what came before. We cannot help but arrive here marked. This threshold coincides with the Winter Solstice, what Margaret Atwood calls “a place
a social, occupational, or other group sharing common characteristics or interests and perceived or perceiving itself as distinct in some respect from the larger society within which it exists
