Tag Archives: the nancy who drew

Making Your Unknown Known

Posted on February 1, 2020 by

When I went to London in the late 1960s I brought a sword with me on the plane. (It was allowed in those days.) I was bringing it over for a friend. Seven years later, when it became time for … Continue reading →

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Personal Items: Desk

Posted on October 15, 2017 by

Now that I’ve settled on calling the sequel, “The Nancy Who Drew the Way Home,” I started to think about what the concept of home means to me now. Continue reading →

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Notes on a Sequel

Posted on September 29, 2017 by

Life can strip you of everything. What it cannot do is take away your inner being. For that is yours and yours alone.    Continue reading →

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Doorways of the Past

Posted on January 6, 2017 by

The last doorway I went in search of was nowhere to be found. St. Mary Abbot’s Hospital. How could an entire hospital disappear? I’d only spent a week there back in 1976, but it was such a memorable week that I wanted to go back and see the place. Continue reading →

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Aligning with Enchantment

Posted on June 23, 2016 by

The man and the bear are drinking Amstel Light, which to me meant, I’m-still-light. I drank in the fact that I was still light. I gave it to the man to share with the bear. Continue reading →

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Connections Never Die

Posted on May 5, 2016 by

Dedicated to the one who once drew me, and I drew back, in my drawings… Continue reading →

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The Sneezy-Wheezy Gift

Posted on April 15, 2016 by

It’s all about releasing. Call it a cough or a cold but do call it humbling. When you’re humble you’re vulnerable. To be vulnerable is to be open, maybe in ways that don’t feel good. But if you’re a writer you have to be open, and keep opening more and more to get to the core. Continue reading →

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On Seeking

Posted on February 7, 2016 by

The search began when I sat at this desk one morning in 1976… Continue reading →

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To Look Within

Posted on January 13, 2016 by

I write my life to know my life. When I write my life, the inner truth comes out. It’s like when I draw, a barrier disappears. Or fades to the background. And suddenly I’m in touch with this other vibratory field. This other awareness that rises to the surface and makes itself known. Continue reading →

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Drawing Cured A Stomach Ache

Posted on January 8, 2016 by

Did you know that drawing can cure stomach aches? Me either! But apparently it does. At first I thought I might have had a case of the New Year Blahs. Except that would have been out of character for me. The other idea that came was too awful – a sudden onset of gluten intolerance. I would hate that. Continue reading →

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