My mojo has left me. I'm not sure what I did to offend it. I'm searching for answers. I wonder if this is why... Last week, I took a little time off. My BFF came all the way from California to visit. We hadn't seen one another since January, and I was guilty of being just a wee bit excited. Much more than a wee bit, if you really want to know. The day before Ellen arrived, I sat down at my desk. I put an "out of office" message on my inbox. I made notes of things I had to do for the following week. I got up-to-date on my assignments and other work. "Mojo," I said. "Here's the deal. Tomorrow, I { Read More }
The Newtown School Shootings: A Most Unfortunate Way to Reconcile a Death
As I sit here this Monday morning, it’s so hard to make sense out of my emotions, which are flip-flopping through my crowded mind, competing for attention. I am grieving the death of my father, who passed away on Friday. But on top of that I’m also grieving – along with the rest of the world – the 20 young children who died that same day in Newtown, just 30 minutes from my home here in Connecticut. It isn’t surprising, I’m sure, for you to hear that the events in Newtown pretty much eclipsed the death of my father. The loss of a 90-year old is a natural loss; the senseless massacre of innocent { Read More }