Originally published March 2010 It’s early and my morning routine is nearly over. I wake up with the rising sun; my internal clock seems to know when that is no matter how dark the room is. Two of my dogs, Maya and Grubb awaken with me and when I’m ready to get out of bed …
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Originally published December 2009 Menopause and patriotism are an interesting mix. I discovered this today when I attended the memorial service for a man I hardly knew other than to pay my respects to him and his family. I am at that stage in my life where my hormones are fluctuating and I can cry …
Originally published January 2010 the last twenty years. It’s nearly midnight and I suspect that sleep will elude me for some hours to come. My mind is awash in memories and rather than try and fight them for the sake of sleep, I would rather give in and go on a journey into my past. …
Originally published August 2009 The greatest thing I ever did in my life, and I’ve done some great things for a small town girl, is to give birth and raise two children. The hardest thing I’ve ever done or will ever survive is being the mother to children. The latter is because I never expected …
Originally published December 2009 Although I grew up near and often on a Native American Indian reservation, it wasn’t until I read a historical novel back in the 1980s that I became immersed in the culture and set myself on a path of following the Native American approach to living and spirituality. It’s amazing the …
Originally published August 2009 I have worn many different career hats in my life: waitress, animal trainer, business owner, program coordinator, volunteer manager, grant writer, museum technician, archaeologist, teacher, and now historian. This past week I was in Death Valley National Park doing a research project for a former colleague. If I hadn’t met her …
Originally published November 2009 I am not a believer in reincarnation, but if I was I would swear I had lived at least two other previous lives. One of those lives would be that of a Native American medicine woman and the other, a survivor of oppression from the Holocaust or slavery. I say this …
Originally published December 2009 “Nana, how old will you be when I’m 52? My seven-year-old grandson is starting to ask the big questions. After a litany of similar questions, right up until he asked how old his Nana would be when he turned 99, there was silence in the car. That might be due to …
Originally published February 2010 I love to see things grow. Be it children or plants I love to witness the process: children as they move through their many stages of development, flowers when they bloom, or plants when they produce their delicious vegetables. Living in a desert I have been challenged in trying to grow …
Originally published June 2009 The best thing I ever did was to leave western New York. The hardest thing I’m doing in my life is to stay away from there. I often think about where I would be right now if my parents hadn’t died. For sure, I’d probably be living either right down the …