Joseph Campbell Meets Anne of Green Gables

Joseph Campbell Meets Anne of Green Gables

Some weeks are routine and barely rate a mention. The people look the same. Conversations cover the usual territory. No insights … And then this week. It’s been positively trippy with insights and validations of our ‘truth.’ I’ve had a steady stream of conversations and emails — from Finland to Rhode Island to Southern California — prompting one revelation after another. I also had the pleasure of another face-to-face meeting with one of our sorority last night — all of which led me on a kaleidoscopic memory trip of my…

Getting Ready for Prime Time

Getting Ready for Prime Time

A raw set of ideas preoccupied me as my oatmeal grew cold. I focused all my attention on the computer screen hoping the blinking cursor would magically lead me to the right metaphors or punchy soundbytes. I’ve been sleeping fitfully lately while my subconscious busily searches for a set of ideas that can be shaped and packaged for mainstream consumption. Most are discarded. They can’t be too abstract, too trite or too heavy.  And by all means, they can’t seem in any way preachy, snarky, bitter or shrill. The angle…

I Get Knocked Down, But I Get Up Again…

I Get Knocked Down, But I Get Up Again…

It was mid-afternoon in the Sierra Nevada Mountains when the email arrived. Three loads of laundry had been folded and tucked back into their rightful place. The kitchen floor glistened, still fresh from a serious mopping with Murphy’s Oil Soap. Digital images stored in my computer held joy and wonder from a long holiday weekend of Fourth of July fireworks, mini golf and lake fun. The junior croquet set bought for our nieces and nephews was stored in the garage. The marshmallows, carefully toasted over the Weber grill the night…

An Artist Shares Decades of Wisdom

An Artist Shares Decades of Wisdom

Editor’s Note: In the early weeks and months after stopping infertility treatments I craved access to happy and fulfilled women who had managed to survive the infertility experience.  I needed to hear from someone who could tell me that everything would be okay, someone with the wisdom and experience to know what I had lived with and through. Women like Rosie, who wrote the following guest post from an island in New Zealand. Kindred spirits like Rosie (and many others I’ve come to know) didn’t materialize right away so I…

In The Company of Women

In The Company of Women

Is it any wonder women who have struggled with infertility have difficulty finding peace or feeling accepted? Sheesh! The drubbing my people took in The New York Times Motherlode comments last weekend was brutal. (Warning: some truly hateful thoughts — and many of these came from parents!? Just what kind of example are they setting?) I think we might be ready for a group hug — at a minimum some validation and a grounding in why the nastier comments can cut so deeply. As any observer of human behavior knows…

Speaking a Common Language

Speaking a Common Language

Spring can bring unique and difficult encounters, as outlined by Lucy, a long-time blog reader from a country in Eastern Europe. I remember the first comment she made, and the instant connection we felt despite the miles and potential language barriers. Some experiences transcend ordinary words or lead to their own language and understanding. Fortunately, she speaks English fluently and shares these thoughts with us today: I am the girl from page 151 of Pamela’s wonderful book. I’m not mentioned by name, but by country. Slovenia.  (I was so excited…

Jet Lag, Mailbag, and More

Jet Lag, Mailbag, and More

A week ago I was in County Kerry, Ireland playing tourist with my niece, nephew and my better half — snapping photographs around the Ring of Kerry, hiking through the Killarney National Park, touring a grand house that once hosted Queen Victoria, and eating the requisite Irish stew and fish and chips. Above us the sky provided a variety show, moving from sunny to stormy to rain and sleet. (Note to self: the hooded water repellent jacket was an excellent choice over the more fashionable trench without a hood.) The…