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Continue reading →: My Name is Holly and I am a Paradigm Shift Junky (Alternative Title) But London? Really?
Years ago, my mother-law Julie, announced to my husband John and I, that she had worked very hard to get rid of any accent. “You mean within your associates and friends, here, in New York,” John said, assuming he was stating the obvious. “No, I mean I have no ac-cent…
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Continue reading →: I’ve Been Gone For A While But Wait Until You Hear Why…
Since my last blog I received my UK visa! Wait. Even with that exclamation mark this sentence doesn’t begin to reflect the monumental nature of the event: Receiving my UK visa …. And I will not stoop to a double exclamation mark. I have way too many English Majors in my life,…
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Continue reading →: Magical Numbers, Magical Dates and Our Magical Power to Decide What They Mean
I wanted to blog about The End Of The World, which is quickly approaching us. Once again. And I wanted to do it on 12 12 12; not only because it gives you several days to enjoy my blog (prior to the end) but also 12 12 12 feels a…
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Continue reading →: Is Connected the New Alone?
I was raised in an uber Christian family, in the 1950’s—that’s probably redundant since most American Christian families of that era resided in zealotsville. Biblical stories, superstitions and rhetoric—carefully explaining right from wrong, unsoiled from tainted, good from evil—were the glue of our society. They informed the monsters under our…
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Continue reading →: Magic, Miracles and Gifts From Those Who Came Before
A warning to all who know me or have read prior blogs: I’m going to break redundant for just a few sentences—until the end of the italicized writing— in order to bring any new readers up to snuff. I was widowed in 1993. Two years after my husband’s death I…
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Continue reading →: The Insanely Fluid Ramblings Of An Optimistic… no wait, Pessimistic… no wait, Optimistic Storyteller
After breaking with my pattern and writing the emotionally difficult blog about my mother, in May, I had a revelation: Prior to that post I had been blogging about experiences and events in my distant past; it was easier, less painful, less personal. It was also less authentic because it…
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Continue reading →: On good days my mother sits in her wheelchair…
I am in the USA right now, recovering from some health issues and visiting with friends and loved ones, one of whom is my mom who is now in a nursing home. On good days my mother sits in her wheelchair—on bad days she lies in her bed—staring out…
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Continue reading →: Lessons Of The Body, Mind, And Soul
Our first winter in Estonia was cold, confusing, magical… and talk about an accelerated jaunt up the learning curve. Within a few months I learned: When no one is out and about in a Nordic town on a sunny winter day it’s best to stay inside, because clear days…
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I’m an American woman, mother of four, writer, explorer and traveler. I’ve lived abroad—residing in 4 different countries—for almost two decades, during which time I raised two amazing daughters. Here, I invite you to join me on a journey of creativity with a touch of love. Let’s get on the road!
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