Even if I separated myself from Him I am not being accused -a gift I didn't really understand.
I'm always busy, always overwhelmed with what I have to do. I can't seem to sit still. I spent much of my life being busy, looking busy, feeling busy inside. I remember quite clearly that this stems from a father that you didn't want to catch you not busy, in case he found something for... Continue Reading →
From my journal 1993: In a few days I will be bringing forth yet another child into this already crowded world. Does anyone really care? Does it matter that it’s me or that it will be a boy or whether or not he will ever make a difference in this world? Probably not very... Continue Reading →