by Roberta Murphy Thompson I was enormously upset with the November election. It wasn’t who won or lost; rather, fury at what appeared to be a corrupted election process. In retrospect, the Cancel Culture crowd appeared to be hard at work manipulating votes and cancelling the votes of many. Within a few days (or weeks), emotions calmed down and I then struggled with the need to act rather than complain…
Liminal space–that place in life where you are between what was and what’s next. That strange place resting between where you’ve been and where you’re going. It feels strange, scary and exciting all at once. Becoming a widow can put one into that exact position. So might a job or marital change. It’s not unlike a rite of passage. I was widowed New Year’s Day, 2019. Mike’s death was sudden,…
Years ago, our oldest son Scott and I attended a long weekend with the Landmark Education Forum. I was challenged to take up a personal issue that I was willing to share with a thousand or so people the next day. I couldn’t help but consider Alzheimer’s, the disease that had rocked our family. I went home that night and wrote a letter to my mother, Edith Michelson. It was…
