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Carol A. Hand Seven years ago, my mother passed away in the early morning. She was 89. During the last 13 years of her life, she gradually lost her memories and her abilities to care for herself and communicate. I … Continue reading
Carol A. Hand Editing a 400-page book manuscript is proving to be a rollercoaster ride through topics and emotions. I began keeping a journal to record the journey. It allows me the space I need to process thoughts and feelings … Continue reading
Carol A. Hand A different view of life’s coincidences Carl Jung’s concept of synchronicity Unus mundus – “one world” – connecting all Invisible threads that only a heart or spirit can see interweaving seemingly random events into patterns of deeper … Continue reading
Originally Posted on November 10, 2014 by Carol A. Hand I remember other storms approaching – the wind silent but the air filled with the electricity of threat and possibility. I survived. But have I worn the grooves of hope … Continue reading
Carol A. Hand “White people call us ‘dirty Indians’ “But you got these bugs from one of the white children in your class “Now you have to take baths with this special soap everyday “I have to boil your clothes … Continue reading
Carol A. Hand Kneeling on my lawn looking at the five huge kale plants I’d just harvested, a task postponed now necessary given the predicted night’s hard freeze A city water department employee appeared at the gate my expression told … Continue reading