“Every word a woman writes changes the story of the world, revises the official version.”
~ Carolyn See
I’ve received many labels through the years, some unwanted: ”Best Body” in the ninth grade and ex-wife twice. In mid-life I was told by a mailperson that I held the local record for the most forwarding labels of someone not fleeing the law—three. And most recently I was given one I treasure—earned in a class developing a forthcoming memoir—“Most likely to start a forgiveness movement.”
Welcome to My Blog
More love, less hate
More health, less profit
I’m not an expert on almost anything but I do know this:
There is far too much hate in the world and not enough love. In writing my forthcoming memoir, The Opposite of Hate, I rediscovered the power of love and understanding as well as the role hate played in my own life.
My other focus of this blog comes from my work-in-progress, Something Better. In it I reveal how broken our healthcare system truly is through the lens of my years working in the industry. There is far too much profit-making when health is a human right, not a luxury. It’s a topic I want to write about as well as provide a place for others to share their thoughts and experiences.
The objectives of this blog are:
♥ Develop the power of empathy (not pity or sympathy) that allows us to stand in someone else’s shoes.
♥ Provide a safe forum to exchange ideas that facilitate meaningful conversations on these two topics.
The metal on stone art is in the garden next to The Cathedral Church of St. John the Divine, NY
Please join me in this endeavor – what I think of as the Empathy Project.
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In 1981 I lived and worked in a tiny village in Kenya for a summer. I’m not sure how much of a difference I and my nine colleagues made during our time there—all of us in graduate school—but the villagers changed me forever. I had never read much about Africa unless...
I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.
– Martin Luther King, Jr.
of Hate: A Memoir
Narrative Non-Fiction (Work-in-Progress Cover)
What was it like growing up in your family? Mine was impeccable in public but behind closed doors—deeply flawed.
An unhappy mother and a secretive father turned me into a poignant and observant narrator for the family. I remember almost everything—save for one event that changed my life forever.
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
From Website Willies to Wonderful
“Would you try to fix your car given your skill set?” she asked, as comforting as this no-nonsense person can be. I got the message and set out to find such a person with “make a website” on her resume.
The Bellingham Sock Monkey Project
It’s 2:00 a.m. and there is something bad happening in my house. This isn’t the first time but tonight something is different.