Survival Skill 1: Humor and Laughter Have you ever noticed the inevitable appearance of outrageous stories and braying guffaws at funerals? It’s like a pressure valve being turned, not in a gradual motion, but in a quick crank from closed to wide open. I have long considered humor and laughter to be a survival skill….
Staying home is starting to get to me. Up to now, things haven’t felt very different from how I normally conduct my life. When I look out my window or go for my walks, nothings strikes me as particularly unusual. The main difference in my life is the difficulty of getting groceries, and even that…
I write, because I lose myself and the world around me when I don’t. It feels like creation. Like evidence that I’m still here and there is time.
Some overwhelmed people hang out at a bar and pour out their troubles to a bartender. I prefer talking to my hair stylist.
I was the child who climbed up into the cradle of tree branches with a book, a pen and my journal and observed the world from a safe distance. Maybe it’s time to come down and tell people what I saw.
My horse accident happened at a time in my life when I was extremely happy. I had never had so much in my life that was good. And I had never had so much to lose. I was terrified.
