Untangling emotions The last year my father was alive coincided with my recovery from a major depressive episode during which I had nearly killed myself. He and I spent his
. . . when men cursed and beat the ground with sticks, it was called witchcraft. Today it’s called golf. The memoir I’m writing about my father’s last year is
So just what the heck does meditation have to do with writing anyway? I get this question a lot. There’s many answers, but here’s just one for today. Meditation slows
Award-Winning Author, Meditator, Marathoner, and Dog-Mom in Columbus, Ohio
Award-Winning Author, Meditator, Marathoner, and Dog-Mom in Columbus, Ohio
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