Hanging up my shingle

Some seeds germinate slowly. Last summer, the marquee of the McDonald Theatre in Eugene kept catching my eye. James Van Praagh, spirit whisperer, it said. Or something like that. The kids would be at their Dad’s. I could go. Go, said my intuition. Go! I put off buying tickets until a week or two before…

Plugging back in

I have a closet to come out of, people of Eugene*. It’s really more of a cabinet: a medium’s cabinet, that is. Not that I’ve ever sat in one — I don’t think people really use them anymore. I’ve been very good at reinventing myself. Trying on a new facade and seeing how it fits…