Cooly Quoted

The ax forgets what the tree remembers. -African Proverb This quote strikes me in a powerful way. It needs little explanation.

Shedding Labels

You want to scare people in a virtually harmless way? Refuse to be labeled. When you do that by how you live, you send them into the ambiguity abyss in how they structure a predictable world around themselves. It’s a quiet rebellion to champion when you know you must live on your own terms not because you’re selfish, but because you’re the opposite – so clear about your place in the world as an active participant impacting outcomes around you – you know you must live in truth with yourself. Plenty of people don’t function that way. They are true to the group – whatever group that is on any given day – for the mere fact that’s how they build meaning and purpose. Those of us who live true to self understand meaning and purpose lives inside of us…not outside of us. It’s a moral dilemma for many torn between fitting in to...

49 Birthdays & Stronger For It

This is my 49th year.  I’ve never lied about my age and I won’t start. When I was in radio in the last couple years, I mentioned my age on-air and was met with chuckles and surprise by people around me who couldn’t believe I’d actually admit that – inviting threats to my relevancy.  I said bring it on. I have no reason to shrink inside myself on this topic.  What kind of nonsense do we allow to stand in a culture that’s supposed to be the land of opportunity… except for women of a certain age? My certain age is 49…and I love this age. The way it used to be is not the way it has to be moving forward. I say this as someone who knows I’ve been sidelined and cast aside, at times in different situations, in recent years because I dare age.  People grow, morph, change, emerge, fall back, rise, soar, and circle back to do it all over again. Sometimes I’ve looked...

& We’re Still Escaping…

Because there are never enough reasons to make farmer’s markets YOUR hobby, too. Let me continue to do my part in attempting to entice you into my realm… 10- Chicago, IL- 61st/Dorchester St. – I stumbled into this street market during a work weekend at the University of Chicago. The picture with this post is what I experienced. I happened on it as it was kicking up for the morning that particular Saturday. I did not walk away empty-handed leaving with a jalapeno cheddar loaf of bread in one hand and three main dish dinner pies in the other. All of it was delicious. (This street market is the image on the first post) 11- Brevard, NC – The setting of this farmer’s market in Brevard is quaint and low-key in a small town way.  It’s set barely a block off the main shopping strip and is near a writer’s dream type of coffee cafe across the street....

Farmer’s Market Escapes

Ever had a hobby you didn’t even realize you had?  I love farmer’s markets and on virtually every get away, I seek them out. It occurred to me recently that in the last couple of years, I’ve been to about 30 different farmer’s markets around the country. I hadn’t even considered this an actual quest. They are adventures and a chance to explore a new place and feel a sense of community. Seeking out farmer’s markets is good for my spirit, because it keeps me in touch with people, a community, and the land in a way that’s easy to lose in such a tech-fueled time. It’s good for the soul. I highly recommend it. I’ve been to communities that were entirely redeemed BY the farmer’s markets – some of them are SO remarkable! Here is a partial list of locations where I’ve been to the farmer’s market in the last 24 months...

Bruise-Colored Eyes

That’s the color of my eyes. They aren’t blue, brown, green, or grey. They’re all of those colors. They’re the color of a bruise. I’ve always amusingly assumed it was a metaphor for how I view life. People have stopped me on the street to comment on my eyes and their unusual color. I remember being in the line at a Walgreen’s with my older brother when a woman stopped to mention my eyes. Before that day, I don’t think my brother had given my face much thought much less my eye color – brothers get so used to looking at you over the years. As a kid, I asked my mom what color my eyes are noting the eye color mention on a driver’s license. She said, “I guess they’re maybe… hazel? Maybe – hmmm?” My own mom wasn’t even sure the color of my eyes. I wonder if having my hard-to-peg eye color is part of...