Many of us remember daily diaries from when we were kids. If we were girls, our diaries may have had pretty pictures on the front and a little locket. But what was outside wasn’t really important. It was what was inside that mattered. Little did many of us...
Many years ago, my therapist asked me, “do you see the glass half full or half empty?” I generally liked and respected and was helped by this therapist, but her question really bothered me. I went home and wrote a poem about that question—I imagined a mountain...
This week, I’ve taken out my journal again. My son, Gabriel, graduated from high school last week, and is now traveling in Argentina with a friend. And I am very emotional. I find it hard to even understand all the things I’m feeling: there are...
