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Author Archives: WendyBrown
A Grown Up Tale
There was a burly brown bear in the forest. Slobber dribbled from his chin when he growled, and he limped because his right foot had been missing since he was a tiny cub. For many years he ducked behind trees … Continue reading
And A Christmas Gift!
Every year Christmas finds me. This was the first year I remember sharing that experience with others. (See previous blog, “A Christmas Grief”) Maybe it’s because I shared it, but I can’t recall that moment arriving this year. Several small … Continue reading
A Christmas Grief
My Christmas tradition begins with the experience of grief. Year after year it makes its way into my heart like morning fog on the river. There are no deaths or traumas associated with the Christmas season, rather it’s a time … Continue reading
In Repentance and Rest (Subtitle: Crash and Burn)
The morning began yesterday at 4:30am and that makes me angry. I like sleep. The cat and I once again twisted, turned, and refused to give in and get up. That was followed by half a day sitting in the … Continue reading
A Dark Most Light
Birds used to wake me up every morning with their chirp, chirp. The sweet sounds were a gentle alarm and made me smile. Then we switched rooms. My bedroom is now at the opposite end of the house where birds … Continue reading
Silent Anxiety
Chest pain is no joke. Several years ago the internal pressure of life eked out in the form of breathtaking pain that radiated from my chest, upward through my neck, and onward to my arm. Being the intelligent being that … Continue reading
Marked for Life
In Autumn of 2012, I walked into a local shop and purchased my ticket for hell. Actually, I just got a tattoo. I had grown up around the belief that marking myself in such a way would discount all the … Continue reading
We All Carry Shovels
Many times I’ve thought that a source of good exercise would be to go out and dig a hole. After digging said hole, I’ve imagined filling that hole back up. Dig. Sweat. Fill. Repeat. Knowing myself well, I can also … Continue reading
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Joy Changes Chaos
The call was incomplete. The perfectly executed pass spiraled into the hands of the receiver and then tumbled to the ground. It was a beautiful play, but the receiver couldn’t manage to pull the ball in tight enough before being … Continue reading
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Scary Angels and Un-Stable Christmas Cheer
How cool it would be to have a button that placed grief, depression, and anxiety on hold for the holiday season. The trouble with that thinking is that it assumes the original Christmas story was all good news and great … Continue reading
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