This weekend was very full. Our weekends always are, it seems.
Friday night out was lovely. It was just the small group, none of the “maybe” people showed up. 848 more words
I woke up one night last week in a nice, cold sweat after dreaming of being washed away by a flood. This seems like a clear message from my subconscious that I am feeling a bit overwhelmed and out of control – reasonable, since I have spent the past month sick and I am still trying to settle into my new surroundings. 437 more words
ART REFLECTIONS By Madeleine Pujals Maya
Helping a friend is a uniquely difficult form of advocacy.
Of course, other assistance has its own difficulties. It’s very hard sometimes to sit with a sexual assault survivor while he/she is in the hospital and to never hear anything further on his/her recovery. 597 more words