What happens when you need and want to tell the truth about things you can’t quite remember? These blog posts document my many attempts to remember and to tell the truth.

Woodstock: Music, Mud, Myth, and Memory – Series

Was Woodstock the spiritual spark of a generation’s awakening? Was it the dawning of the Age of Aquarius, or what?

Harmony and understanding? Trust and sympathy abounding?

Is the moon still in the seventh house?

Is Jupiter aligned with Mars?

Yet, in contrast, the world was anything but peaceful in 1968 when Hair: The American Tribal Love Rock Musical opened on Broadway. That same year saw American bombs and napalm falling on Vietnam, Richard Nixon’s rise to the presidency, and the tragic assassinations of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and Senator Robert F. Kennedy.

Inner-city neighborhoods across the country erupted in riots, revealing a nation deeply fractured.

Periods of crisis tend to spark visions of paradise.

The 1960s were fertile ground for New Age ideologies—some born of […]

How Perspective Shapes Reality—and the Way We Connect

Have you ever noticed how we view everything through a comparison lens?

Two souls can stand in the same place, see the same scene, and yet walk away with opposite truths. What’s a closed door for one may be a window for another.

Our perspective paints the meaning.

Almost instantly, we imagine how things could be—better, bigger, calmer, cleaner, faster, healthier, kinder, louder, friendlier, quieter, or understood.

It’s a never-ending loop of striving and adjusting; frankly, it’s exhausting.

Our reality is shaped by a personal lens, crafted from our upbringing, character, and past experiences. Two people can look at the same situation and draw completely different conclusions. Common sense isn’t always […]

Resilience Through Adversity: A Story of Stoicism and Self-Discovery

Epictetus once said that all philosophy begins with self-knowledge. When I entered 1161 Covington Road, the air grew heavy with darkness. It clung to everything. Before long, the police would become familiar visitors to that address.

It wasn’t just the atmosphere; it was in the air, in the silence that followed.

Then came Dotti’s words—cold, cutting, and final:

“You two aren’t wanted here. Who would want children who killed their mother? Just stay out of my way.”

Our father said nothing. He stood silent, just as he would far too often in the years to come.

Two small children, still reeling from the loss of their mother just […]

The Girl Left Behind : This Is My Now: A Journey of Healing, Truth, and Becoming – Series

This is my now. Now is the life I’m living—today, in this moment. Now holds the weight of three marriages, three divorces. Now is being a mother to a grown daughter. Now is the quiet shift into retirement, after decades spent as an advocate and educational consultant.
Now is living in Broomfield, Colorado—my first home, fully my own.
Now is coming to terms with a truth I once tried to outrun: that real trauma shaped my childhood, and left echoes in every corner of my life.
Now is waiting—for the San Bernardino County Sheriff’s Department to release long-buried records.
Now is wondering what the final chapter will bring.

Woodstock: The Soundtrack of a Generation: From Monterey to Woodstock – Series

Charles Fleischer is the originator of the quote “If you remember the ’60s, you really weren’t there”, which has been widely misattributed to various other celebrities. It was the music!

Like meditation or prayer, music can lift us beyond ourselves. The sounds of the ’60s and ’70s moved both body and spirit.

The Monterey International Pop Festival, held in June 1967, signaled the dawn of the “Summer of Love” and became a defining moment in the counterculture movement. It launched the American careers of Jimi Hendrix and The Who, introduced Janis Joplin’s raw power to the world, and brought soul legend Otis Redding to a broader audience. Monterey set the stage for Woodstock and helped transform […]

When Mother’s Day Hurts: A Parental Alienation Story

When Mother’s Day Hurts: A Reflection from an Alienated Mom. I am a mother experiencing parental alienation, where my daughter has been unjustly influenced to reject me by her other parent.

Today, I sat quietly with Aspen and watched high school students practicing for their graduation next week, my heart breaking with every laugh I heard. I have so much love for my daughter, but I have nowhere to put it. It just lives in me, heavy and aching. I don’t know how to carry this much love and this much loss at the same time. Like any parent, my love for my child runs deep. I long for the chance to embrace her, see her smile, and hear her voice […]

Simple Living in Retirement: Embracing the Gray Space Between What Was and What’s Next

I set out to live a simple, uncomplicated life when I retired. At the time, I believed that meant cutting out anything that might disrupt that intention.

However, in my effort to curate peace, I found myself swinging between extremes—chasing clarity at one end and total detachment at the other.

It took time to realize that true serenity doesn’t live in either extreme but rather in the quiet space in between. It’s hard to take offense when you’re not planted at one extreme or the other, but instead resting in the middle. From that centered place, compassion and understanding come more naturally, because no one feels too far away to reach.

By all means, seek out like-minded souls for comfort and connection—but also […]

The Girl Left Behind – Before and After: A Daughter’s Search for Truth and Healing – Series

So much of my life feels like scattered fragments—moments and memories that never quite form a whole. It’s a painful kind of disconnection, one that can feel not only overwhelming but deeply unjust. My mother was taken from me, and I’ve had to live with the haunting question of whether my father was the one who tore her away. When she was gone, it felt like my heart forgot how to beat.

I waited—frozen—for my lungs to remember how to breathe. I was paralyzed, trapped in what felt like an unending nightmare.

I divide my life into three chapters to make sense of it all.

The First Chapter is my life as a little girl and the young woman […]

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