Cropping out Pluralism

  Last night’s sunset was breathtaking in its splendor. I was late to an essential oils party because I HAD to stop and try to capture it.  There are many times that I want to stop and capture images because something about them capture me. I really like photography because, in a way, as the photographer I get to manipulate reality. Using my zoom lens, I can cut out all the distracting elements that otherwise clutter the scene. If I’m using a fixed lens, I can cut out the distracting elements later, using the ever-helpful crop tool. Sometimes I wonder … Continue reading Cropping out Pluralism

The One About The Weakling

Ouch!  That looks a bit painful, doesn’t it?  I did not have my camera or my phone handy earlier this week when I finished the last of three tests ordered and performed by Dr. G., my neurologist, otherwise I would have asked her to snap a lovely photo.  I’ll let you imagine the awkward shot of me in a blue paper gown.  Nevermind. Erase that, please. Dr. G. is a bit of a Sherlock Holmes of medicine.  She is the first physician I’ve encountered on this long health journey who believes every bit of data is important.  For example, one … Continue reading The One About The Weakling

Math in the Mountains

My brain is tired. I’m in Denver for Classical Conversations speaker training. The topic of this year’s training is, ironically, the topic that I feel the least equipped to teach! But that is really the point. So many of us reared in traditional schools view ourselves as either “math brained” or “language arts brained.” We have bought into the lie that hard subjects that require a different kind of thinking are unreachable, when, in reality, all subjects in the real world separate from the conveyor belt of public education are connected. A person who is comfortable with writing and reading … Continue reading Math in the Mountains

A light in the darkness

Depression is lurking outside my door, and I do not want to let it come in. I did not invite it to invade the spaces of my heart, yet there it stands, tapping incessantly.   For many people depression comes out of the blue, but for me it is the brother of the other thorn in my side, anxiety. Throw in some stubborn obsessive thoughts, and you have a whole stew of messed up mamma on your hands. A messed up mamma who learned at her first visit with a neurologist today that the very nerves that make her anxious … Continue reading A light in the darkness

Stone Cold

Trying to type on a notebook computer keyboard while wearing gloves is an interesting experience.  It’s a wonder I am actually hitting the correct keys with my fingers swaddled in acrylic and rayon.  Yet somehow I’m hitting the mark.  I’d brag about my keyboarding skills but really I think it comes down to muscle memory and positioning. Why am I typing while wearing gloves?  Because my fingers are freezing, that’s why!  Plus I am sitting here at the ice rink watching my daughter re-tie her skates with fingers that, by the way, are NOT gloved.  There she is out there … Continue reading Stone Cold