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Spread the sparkles! Navigating life's storms with MOM (Monarch of Magic)
“I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts, then there is no more hurt, only more love.” Mother Teresa
I’ve seen things during my time that there are no words for, and now, at the age of 54, when the amount of loss and trauma in my life is
Two Dresses and a Spinning Wheel
I spent this morning going through my closet, looking for two dresses: one to wear to a wedding and one to wear to a funeral. Sigh. This grand pageant of
Jolabokaflod- An Icelandic Book Flood and Signing at the Wenham Museum
Hello My Darlings!! I recently learned that Iceland has a dreamy Christmas tradition involving the gifting of books on Christmas eve, followed by a night of hot chocolate and reading
The Wild Adventure of Parenting a Rockette Rabbit… I mean, Theater Kid
My daughter is getting her college degree in acting in New York City, and it fills me with endless delight to hear about her curriculum.“How was school today?”“It was great!
Pumpkins
Today I finally understood why Cinderella was transported into a magical realm by a pumpkin. I can’t believe these big round orange magical things grow from tiny seeds into sprawling
How did I end up at Harvard?
I guess the point is that, even now, a million years later, books are my Orient Express, my journey into the Sultan’s Palace, my feet slipped into the upturned toes
The last day I visited my Mom was like visiting a fairy tale kingdom living under a curse…
The Unhealable Wound
It looked like she was some sort of goddess scattering starlight made of love-bursts right out of her body to wrap around mine. I think she would like that I
Glitter Cyclone Healing
Everyone copes with the sorrows of the world in different ways– for me, I choose to play in what I call “a glitter cyclone,” aka my Magic Treehouse camp.
A Shimmer of Hummingbirds and the Hardware Store
Ecstatic whooping, chirping, buzzing… dancing in the sky like drunken sailors after a night of carousing, drunk on nectar, zipping to the sun, diving back to hover midair before dashing
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