Once upon a time, there was a girl who loved a turkey…

Enjoy this post! It’s my gift to you.

I kept thinking I was on the wrong groove: I was a needle stuck in static, a train that was in danger of flying off the tracks. I lived with a body sense of not safe, not home, not okay. I thought I would write my way to okay, but I wrote about being not safe, not home, not okay, and so there I was—not safe, not home, not okay.

Increasingly, I am working on thinking mostly about the past to thinking mostly about the present and the future.

Today is May 1st. May Day. Maybe this is the day for you when anything is possible. Make your wish. See what happens.

It’s a thrill to write a blog post and to get a comment back, even a negative one. There are so many ways of feeling heard.

When you think of what it’s like for a baby to be born you may realize that was the worst day of your life.

Mel was part of the Soul Journaling class with Catharine Clarke I wrote about in today’s earlier blog post. Here’s Mel’s response to the work we did.

As a planet, we are standing on a threshold between the lives we had and the lives we will have.

This whole love affair started the afternoon I was out in the yard weeding and heard a banging from the front of my house. I thought maybe Paul Bunyan had crossed the vineyard and wanted to bust in to steal the refrigerator.

Being told you are special is like someone carrying you around by the throat with their hands. Yes, you are not alone, but the price is high.

If you like David Sedaris, I think you will love Jen’s writing. If you don’t like him, still give Jen’s writing a shot because, after all, she is herself and that is one flipping amazing person and writer.