I guess you could say it was the most significant relationship in my life. Fathers have their place, but mothers are the ones who make us, forming our bodies within their own. Once we are separate physically from their womb, we women continue to be made by our mothers to some extent, as we mold ourselves either in the same shape as our mother, or purposely into another. Continue reading
I walk past the old
buildings of my hometown
and think of the
who’ve walked the same path.
perhaps with same stride.
“To dwell on beauty and normalcy — to reassert the liveliness of ordinary things, precisely in the face of what is hardest and most broken in society. This has been Michael Longley’s gift to Northern Ireland as one of its foremost living poets” — Krista Tippett.
How funny to hear the words “but what if you fail?” from a friend.
I have perhaps 80 years in total on this planet, how on earth could I ever fail? Sure, I could have projects that weren’t as successful as I would have liked. Or projects that were complete flops. But what will that matter in the long run? By long run, I mean the super long run. You know, when I’m dead. Continue reading