A sometimes Wednesday happening in which I dissolve posting flummoxia by posting a a jambalaya, a comfort basket, a wiry fankle (a Scottish word that means a tangle or a state of confusion), a bit of this and tad of that. Wiry Fankle One Last month at the Comfort Cafe we swam deep into Inspiration and wove crowns of [...]

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This week I spent a lot of time crying because I missed my daughter. I missed her because she was with her dad but what I was really mourning was her baby self. We know grief comes in waves and this week has been a tsunami: grieving my baby now fourteen and a full on [...]

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I did. Make a big fat hairy goal, that is. A BFHG, man, a BFHG. It involves asking very famous big people to do something with me. That meant inviting them. Gulp. So right now, I’m typing on a keyboard covered with Swiss cheese oil (you know, the kind that oozes out of a rice [...]

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