showing up
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First Day
I remember looking forward to the first day of elementary school: searching for my name hanging from the front of a desk, shiny black chalkboards and unopened boxes of chalk, and the smell of a clean and disinfected classroom. I… Continue reading
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Showing Up — Part Two
My mother died the way she lived — stubbornly and privately. Two weeks earlier she had suffered a catastrophic stroke with no hope for recovery. She had signed an advance directive not to start or continue life-sustaining procedures and was… Continue reading
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Showing Up — Part One
“I’m sad that it took the death of my dad to re-connect us.” Three weeks ago on a late Thursday afternoon, I received an email from a former client from whom I hadn’t heard in nearly 13 years. “Hi Sharon… Continue reading
