If you haven’t yet read Part II of this blog post series, check it out. We’re talking about Brené Brown’s studies of vulnerability, courage, worthiness, and shame. This post is in part inspired by a Krista Tippet interview of Ms. … Continue reading →
If you’re just tuning in, read Part I of my blog post series about Brené Brown’s studies of vulnerability, courage, worthiness, and shame. Today’s post riffs, in part, on a Krista Tippet [on being] interview of Ms. Brown. Feeling vulnerable … Continue reading →
Brené Brown is a research professor at the University of Houston, where she has spent the past decade studying vulnerability, courage, worthiness, and shame. You may have heard of her, she’s been promoted by Oprah and did a Ted Talk … Continue reading →
Angalifu, aged 44, died Sunday, December 14, 2014, in San Diego. Until the international news wire picked up the story, most of the world has never heard of him. Even I only knew his name after reading his obit. Sadly, … Continue reading →
Turning fifty didn’t freak me out as much as turning thirty had. Thirty prompted feelings of needing to be a real adult, not the international wandering soul of my twenties. Real job, real money, maybe even a real husband and … Continue reading →
Arriving in Missoula is a homecoming for me. I left Missoula in 1998, chucking in my ancestral and spiritual home for another ancestral-spiritual home of Scotland, thus, migrating in reverse the journey my ancestors had taken from the Old World … Continue reading →
Leaving the Black Hills, we soon enter Montana. I have driven across the entire state to and from the Midwest many times. It never gets old. Some may not find beauty in this landscape of endless high plains punctuated with … Continue reading →
On Thursday we continued west to Rapid City, stopping by the Corn Palace in Mitchell. We were going to leave some of Dad’s ashes here, but Mom suddenly wasn’t feeling as playful about the prospect as we sisters were. (Confession: … Continue reading →
Tuesday marked the 1-year anniversary of Dad’s death. That morning we drove west to Paullina, IA, home to friends Mom has known since high school in Omaha. The Innises’ farm outside of Paullina was a favorite oasis for the Snyders … Continue reading →
We nearly left Dad on the kitchen ledge as we set out this morning, Mom, my two sisters and I, on Day 1 of our road trip from Indianapolis to Montana. In our flurry of packing the rental Toyota Sienna, … Continue reading →
