The Fullness of Being
I’m about to turn forty. An occasion worthy of being marked. And because I’m a person prone to reflection, story telling, and tradition, I have distinct memories of who I was at 25, 30, and 35. If I could sit in a room with these three radically different women, I can imagine the conversation. Each version of myself trying to convince the others to return to what I so strongly knew to be true in their time. As I enter a new decade—one that places me squarely in middle age—I realize I hold less tightly to ideas of truth. My ... (Continue Reading)