Just a Quick Hello

I’m deeply grateful I’m allowed to contribute among this community. But I have very, very, shamefully infrequently availed myself of this opportunity I haven’t written much in the past year; not just blog posts, but much of anything. Plays, prose, shopping lists. I’m not fully sure why. But I’ve tentatively started again. So I hope … More Just a Quick Hello

Uprooting Our Problems

Over the weekend, I helped my mom with her garden. Every weekend, we spend hours pulling the pervasive and pernicious weeds. Every week, they seem to multiply. While brainstorming ways to resolve the problem once and for all, I was reminded of a newsletter from James Clear in which he addressed getting to the root … More Uprooting Our Problems

The Opportunity To Change For The Better

The most stressful days of my childhood were “free dress” days. My parochial elementary school required a uniform, which made life easy. However, once per month, we had the opportunity to wear appropriate street clothes after a successful fire drill. As an indecisive child with a tactile sensory disorder, long monkey arms, and a wardrobe … More The Opportunity To Change For The Better

Reflections

December 2023, and the first year of The Heart of the Matter blog is almost wrapped up. My first post here on the blog went live on January 21st. As they say, time flies…I was curious to see what I had written for that first post because honestly I’d totally forgotten. WOW! That was my … More Reflections

Walk Lightly

I can’t think of a more irritating thing to hear when you are crossing a patch of ice than, “Walk lightly!” But given the source, I took a deep breath and gave it a go. We were on Mt. Si, a popular training hike near North Bend, Washington and there were spots on the trail … More Walk Lightly

A Hug in Four Parts

Holiday time brings a few friendly ghosts forward.  I welcome them.  No…not like the story of the “Disappearing Girl” that I shared recently.  The rush of November and December will invariably stir up melancholy moments where I receive – gladly – glimpses of my dad.  Tiny whispers as I hear myself think in ways he … More A Hug in Four Parts