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Barely Fed

Barely Fed

~ Guest Writer, Liz McGlinchey King ~ “Please help me, ” I heard her say. She stood by the supermarket exit and held a cardboard sign with jagged edges, torn by hand. In her arms was a sleeping toddler, the mother’s bare nipple exposed near the baby’s...
Diving

Diving

~ Guest Writer, Sarah Sturgis ~ Long before I was born my mom was swimming in La Jolla. She was so confident in those waves. She ignored the red flag, even though experienced swimmers kept heading for the shore, knowing the riptides were violent. At one point,...
First Impressions and Second Chances

First Impressions and Second Chances

~ Guest Writer, Julia Rael ~ What Boba Taught Me About Forgiveness Life is full of firsts. The first time I drove a car was a monumental day in my life. The first time I went to a job interview was traumatizing and exciting. And the first time I tried surfing was an...
The Ostrich

The Ostrich

~ Guest Writer, Kathlene Mc Govern ~ That one weird ostrich on a delightful little chicken farm  A couple years ago I went back to college so I can say without equivocation nothing will make you feel more ancient than your lab partner skateboarding by you in a tube...
Waves of Change

Waves of Change

~ Guest Writer, M. Eileen Hickey ~ A fresh start often follows in the misshapen footsteps of an ending. Beginnings and endings can be fraught with a frothy mess of emotion. Waves of grief, sadness, and hopelessness wash ashore. Then towering waves of...
Sam Toft Mentioned You In A Comment

Sam Toft Mentioned You In A Comment

~ Guest Writer, Myra Slotnick ~ The other day, someone I follow on Facebook, someone I admire, mentioned me in a comment. This may not sound like much but there is a story…I discovered her in the form of a greeting card years ago here in Provincetown, where I...
Home Is Where…

Home Is Where…

 ~ Guest Writer, Maddalena Beltrami ~ According to Mr. Webster, a noun is a person, a place or a thing.  I posit that a home can be all three. Inside the bricks and mortars of our youth, midlife and later and greater years, it holds the people we love and sometimes...
Twin Beds, a Rug and a Screw

Twin Beds, a Rug and a Screw

When life gets rocky, people often say, “The honeymoon is over.” When mine was over, I was secretly relieved.  ~ Guest Writer, Elin Hampton ~ My brand new husband and I arrived in Turkey half a day after vowing to stay together for better or worse. After a long...
New Beginnings Are Not For Wimps

New Beginnings Are Not For Wimps

~ Guest Writer, Elvira G. Aletta, Ph.D ~ New beginnings. Why don’t we just call them New, “What again?!”-ses.   Because isn’t life like that? A series of downs and ups? These days we hear a lot about failure being such a great thing. How...
The Winding Road of Self Love

The Winding Road of Self Love

~ Guest Writer, M. Eileen Hickey ~ “There are days I drop words of comfort on myself like falling leaves and remember that it is enough to be taken care of by myself.” – Brian Andreas Since entering my 50’s, I’ve spent more time looking into the rearview...
Resting & Falling

Resting & Falling

~ Guest Writer, Rachel Marie ~ 
Trust, it’s a lot like resting. One evening I was working in our office building and I plopped down in a red chair. Resting my behind in that chair didn’t take much thought. I trusted it could hold me. After feeling the...
Today I Quit

Today I Quit

~ Guest Writer, Rachel Marie ~ Sometimes our society makes it hard to be compassionate, especially toward ourselves. In almost every direction you spin. There always seems to be something or someone highlighting our shortcomings in a bright Presidential orange. After...

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