I hate Sunday mornings, because Maria goes off to work all day, and I won’t see her until later tonight. I also understand that’s a good and healthy thing for her to do, and she enjoys it. It’s important, I know, for us to have parts of our lives that our separate.  We both need to know we still have our own lives. Still, I always go into a bit of a funk when she sails off in the dark.

I am going to Quaker Meeting in Easton, this morning. Hope they will allow me to photograph the Meeting Room, it is such a powerful space. I am working today on forgiving my mother. She damaged me greatly, gave me much, loved me much. I want to forgive myself too. I think at some point you have to look back at your life – my family, daughter, divorce, various dimensions of craziness and disconnection – and just say, let it go.

I have to forgive them. I have to forgive me. And move on with my rich and full life, and live it. Put my lips to the world. And just live. And tell my stories. And send my signals to the world.