Thirteen years in Tucson...a few thoughts

I drove into Tucson at sunset on my daughter Brook’s 25th birthday, Sept. 25, 2002.

“I did it,” I said to myself. “I don’t know what I’ll do next, but I did it.” I had driven cross-country from Southwest Harbor, Maine, left my much-loved community and home for sunshine and adventure at age 56 (mostly sunshine). 392 more words

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Poets & Writers magazine supports Our Place Clubhouse!

Thursday Writing Group at Our Place Clubhouse returns! We’ll be starting up again in October.

As facilitator of the 2012-13 Thursday Writing Group, I’ve never worked with a kinder group of people than the dozen writers who live with serious mental illness, and who strive for recovery every day. 121 more words

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From my desk to my ocean: taking time to smell the roses

See the tiny handcrafted bowl of dried roses? My dear friend Olivia made it. She lives in Berkeley.

See the photo of Brook, about to turn 5, ready for her first day of kindergarten in Bass Harbor, Maine? 433 more words

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