Here is my contribution to Barbara Franken's January Challenge series. This is a story in which the right kind of trouble unexpectedly brings a gift. From an early age, I struggled to feel a sense of belonging and identity. As a child I loved play-acting and imagining what it might be like to be a bear, a dog, …
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Growing up on Long Island in the Sixties, I have fond memories of celebrating Halloween with family, neighborhood friends and school mates. To be outside at night in the cold and dark was an adventure. It was a time when knocking on the doors of neighbors, some rarely seen, and catching a glimpse of their lives was mysteriously tolerated. …
During the summer of love, 1967, I turned 9 years old. The winter before, I stayed home sick with mononucleosis - out of school for 8 weeks. With plenty of time spent resting on the living room couch, television on, I became acutely aware of the horrors of the Vietnam war. Two years later, a …
One of the insights I've received from reading James Hillman is the ability to hold the opposites in one hand and see how they are related. In an anthology of his writings and lectures called Mythic Figures he suggests that the archetype of childhood has permeated our culture and that childhood has become both something …
I have always been a believer in one thing or another. As a child, the idea of God was incomprehensible. What, or who, were people talking about? I can recall mercilessly teasing a catholic friend, that it must be awful to have to follow the rules of the Pope. No doubt that taunt had its roots in my parents …
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