At Witz' End

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So Much Stuffing

forgiveness

It was an unexpected moment when someone said something that struck me so deeply I was instantly numb and nauseous–capable of talking in only short static sentences.  Later,  I cried for hours–the incident was reminiscent of one from decades prior.  I had the post-cry wiffers for days, but my life was full and busy, so I soldiered on. Then it…
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Perfect Fit–Don’t Forget

Alma· family

There’s a void within the heart of a single woman that comes from having never received jewelry from someone who deeply cares…loves.  In the mid 90s I tried to fill that place after I finished my Masters in Special Education — I got a ring with my birthstone which happened to be the same color for the School of Education….
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Be Still

Kyrgyzstan

The hours-long drive on one lane  roads to the remote shores of Lake Issyk-Kul didn’t disappoint. No cell reception–no electricity–no GPS–no worries. Be still …sleeping on the smooth sun-soaked rocks. …not a care. and know …enjoying the cacophony of languages and laughter. …recognizing the handiwork of my creator. that I am God …exalted over all. …bigger than any issue.

Sister Sniffer

anosmia· medical

Due to the Christmas Eve Concussion of ’12 , I deal with Dysosmia*. Ironically, due to my profession (or the concussion), I keep thinking it’s  dysnomia: the difficulty in recalling words from memory needed for expressive language. That first Christmas, I had absolutely no sense of smell (anosmia) and my sister…bless her heart…no, really: bless her heart…was kind enough to stick her…
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