One More Perspective

There are as many realities as the number of people involved. – Hubay Vica

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I am glad you are here. If this is the first time you are visiting this site, the following is a quick orientation. To read a single-perspective account of a Family’s complicated history from old Hungary to the highly-nuanced United States, please look for chapter numbering (zero to nine); the chapters build on one-another in numerical order. No chapter is meant to be a standalone one. There are also titles without a chapter designation; those are short writings about a broad range of seemingly random topics. Thank You for arriving with lovingkindness.

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Love Always

  • Everything’s Made to be Broken

    🎶 And I don’t want the world to see me‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understandWhen everything’s made to be brokenI just want you to know who I am 🎶 Iris, Goo Goo Dolls I listened to this song a million times when I was struggling with how to coexist with my sexual identity.  It… Continue reading

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  • Another Church Story.  Kind of. 

    This week in Washington, DC, moving between conference sessions and various Association events, I kept walking past what felt like a looming monument to my most recent failures.  It was the beautiful National City Christian Church on Thomas Circle, and I ensured I kept my eyes forward and my stride purposeful.  After all, I know… Continue reading

  • Live my Life for Me

    What’s something you’ve done that you never thought you could? WordPress Promp for October 21, 2026 As far as most people are concerned, for a Mother of three to answer the question “What’s something you’ve done that you never thought you could?” with “To live my life for me,” sounds utterly selfish. I understand that… Continue reading

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  • ​Manipulated Only by What We Hide

    Having written for hours and days about my most vulnerable experiences and feelings in these months of solitude, it is natural that the voice in my head would sound an alarm:  “If you write all of this down, you can be easily manipulated.“ Thankfully, I have learned it is actually the opposite.  Opening the cellar… Continue reading

  • I Just Wanted to Be with Her

    I have gotten a few days of merciful distractions with work out of town, but tonight, I finally had a chance to get away from the group and take a walk along this Midwestern city’s riverwalk.  This isn’t one of those crowded commercial fabrications, but a serene, duck-inhabited, green one.  I was still replaying the… Continue reading

  • The Ledger of Nevers

    2026 is the year of the Fire Horse, I am told.  Well, this creature has certainly come to throw me onto its back.  After last weekend, I am in full gallop.  I have accessed what I believe to be my my most precious fears and hurt, vulnerability and grief.  The portal is open and it… Continue reading

  • Forty-seven Thousand

    Solvitur ambulando (It is solved by walking) Saint Augustine Once I understood the interference my brain has been running while my cells were storing the cost, I couldn’t let that continue uninterrupted.  For just a short time preceding this, I have been learning about somatic therapy, but I wasn’t yet at a place where I… Continue reading

  • In the voice of Roy Kent:  Fuuuucccckkkk

    Thank You, AppleTV, for searing that sound into my brain, via Ted Lasso. Let me cut to the chase.  My Therapist this week scrambled my entire being with a piece of psychological insight I will never forget.  Our brain protects us from grieving by invoking our shame instead.  If you are having to read that… Continue reading

  • Moral Chokehold

    As soon as I wrote Four Generations and No Shortcuts, I knew something was off.  It felt too neatly tied in a bow.  It haunted me.  That’s the gift of writing; it brings perspective to any subject, once no longer in one’s head.  I have convinced myself that feeling clean, furious grief for what was… Continue reading

  • Four Generations and No Shortcuts

    OK, I’ll level with you.  Actually, with myself.  I am full-blown depressed.  Not suicidal, let’s get that out of the way.  …but I don’t feel like soldiering on, and pretending I am hanging in there.  I am not.  My Therapist said it for me, as he was onto the fact I was stuck in my… Continue reading