Wolfy Wisdom: Home

If there is but one force which feeds the root of pain, it is the refusal to learn beyond this moment.Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run with the Wolves I left Florida because I couldn't live my life on cruise control anymore. Yeah yeah. I know: palm trees and beachy breezes. But, enticing as they... Continue Reading →

Doing Hard Things

Somehow, I beguiled the 9 year old into taking a run with me yesterday. Well, actually, it was more like a directive: Put on your running shoes. Do not lay on the floor and cry like last time. That will not work this time. Pull it together, Tina, and let's go. (Yes, we totally call... Continue Reading →

House/Home

I've got an itch. It happens every two years or so: I start looking at houses online. I daydream about fresh, unsullied spaces. Blank-slate walls. Freshly scrubbed baseboards. Intoxicating possibility. Our daughter is 9 years old. She's lived in 4 different houses and one apartment. I'd just chalk up the constant itch to move as... Continue Reading →

Quarantine is…

new, punk-rock haircuts. Because, why not? a whole lot of Little Debbies. (Literally. New day, new Debbie.) worrying about folks who play like they're oblivious to the pandemic. walking the dog, running, and taking a bike ride. All in the same morning. deep, real grief at the loss of physical connection. watching our 9 year... Continue Reading →

The Nitty Gritty: A Remotely Intellectual Review of Where Peachtree Meets Sweet Auburn

Where Peachtree Meets Sweet Auburn lays out a meandering history of two prominent Atlanta families: the Allens and the Dobbs.   Both instrumental in guiding Atlanta toward living into its promise. Both local royalty in their own right. Both produced Mayors of the City Too Busy to Hate.  One was white. One was black.  Through this whopping 550 page narrative, Gary M.... Continue Reading →

Gay Isn’t an Insult.

Some kid at school "insulted" my baby by calling her "gay." And I swear, it lit me up... like I wanted to march down to that school and give that damn kid (and every adult in the vicinity of his life) a tongue-lashing he wouldn't likely forget. But instead, I took a few deep breaths... Continue Reading →

Sometimes Life Happens in Odd Places

"God is either everything, or else He is nothing. God either is, or He isn't." I sat on an overstuffed couch that was a little too deep for my feet to comfortably reach the floor in a church basement illuminated by lamplight. I sipped my bubbly water and looked around at the small group assembled,... Continue Reading →

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