I distinctly remember a moment when I was perhaps two or three years old. It had occurred to me that my parent’s had stopped saying “I love you,” to me. What did this mean? Had they just forgotten? Had I done something wrong? So tiny little me formulated a plan. […]

Childhood Abuse Becomes Spiritual or Self Abuse


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So it was a rough weekend. My last post mentioned how I was in Western NC for a memorial service, and how anxious I was about seeing my dad again. The day came. He decided to skip the memorial and only show up at the cemetery, “so he wouldn’t make […]

The Healing Waters of Creeks and Streams


I’m currently in Western North Carolina for a memorial service for a dear cousin. This will be the first time I’ve seen my dad since I stopped talking to both my parents.  After a lifetime of emotional abuse, the final straw was their reaction to learning of a sexual assault […]

I Will Not Be Quiet About My Trauma



It started in January when I went to the Women’s March in Washington, and was especially strong during my trip to the beach where I met Manannan Mac Lir. I dedicated both trips to The Morrigan, and both times saw an inordinate amount of soaring birds I assumed to be […]

Vultures And The Morrigan


With a nod to Mr. Frost…   Dappled light through leaves mostly green Pioneers in death Just beginning to fall One by one Spiraling, floating to the forest floor. Who’s Forest this is I know It’s spirit is it’s own This spirit knows me and this spirit I know A […]

Stopping By Woods On A Sunny Morning


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So here we are again. The “largest mass shooting in modern American history,” (at least since the last one). And yes, it’s maddening, heartbreaking, tragic, and horrific. Again. It’s also frustrating to see the nonstop barrage of “thoughts and prayers” for the victims offered by many of the leaders who, […]

Stop Insulting Christians For Sending “Thoughts and Prayers.”



In a dream, I was in a primitive cabin, possibly in the mountains where I grew up. A woman named Molly was sitting in a rocking chair near the hearth, where there was a blazing fire. Molly was clearly a wise woman, and she had something to share with me. […]

Escaping The Fear of Fundamentalism


After coming home from the Women’s March, I reached the point where depression and anxiety made it impossible to do more than put one foot in front of the other each day. I did plant a garden – but that’s been about the only productive thing I’ve done in 2017. […]

Meeting Manannan Mac Lir


I am the child of racists. Growing up, I took a lot of heat from my parents for not being racist enough. I was told that it’s morally wrong for white people and black people to be friends, to visit each other’s homes. I should not be too friendly with […]

How I Used To Support Racists, Still Thinking I Hated ...



Eight years ago, I was a right-wing political junkie. A daily Limbaugh listener, nightly Focus on the Family listener, and I wouldn’t watch CNN if you paid me. I was convinced that Barack Obama was a socialist who would do horrible damage to this country due to his radical liberal […]

Women’s March on Washington: Why I Went, What I Saw


It began in earnest one year ago today. Of course, two days prior we’d lost David Bowie, and that hurt. But one year ago today I held my grandma’s hand as she slipped from this world into the Other. 2016 was known as the Great Reaper of celebrities. Bowie. Rickman. […]

A Year of Loss and the High Cost of Self ...


In less than 48 hours since the election of Donald Trump, people all over the country have experienced racial aggression and harassment not seen in years. After a campaign that stoked the worst in America – going past dog whistles to outright embracing racism – it was no surprise that […]

Protesting Racism, Homophobia and Misogyny Is Not a ‘Temper Tantrum’