One hand clapping

July 2nd, 2007

Wendy, meet Shawn. Shawn, meet Wendy. Everyone else, meet yourselves.

In the inexplicable synchronicity that governs all cheerios on this road, two of my main mommas have elected to post interviews of me today. This perfectly curious incident comes just when I need it most: when I lose sight of the only thing that matters. The bottom line. The end-all. The whole of it. We’re all one and the same.

Oh I know we’re different. Wendy is an artist and mother of Satch, the heart snatcher. Shawn is a writer and wrangler of the uber twins, Jadyn and Liana. But read their blogs–read anyone’s– and see that we have the same desires, the same dilemmas, the same questions, the same aspirations, the same fears, the same tears. We have the same chaotic days, the same tortured nights, the same achy breaky heart, and the same boundless mind that contains every little thing.

Today, of all days, let them prove to you that we have one life. I’m going to keep telling you that, even though it is pert near impossible to believe. It doesn’t matter if you believe it. One click and you’ll see for yourself.

In deep gassho.


  1. Read your interview on Shawn’s blog and had to come by! Wow! Your book is definitely on my reading list (immediately, if not sooner)! I can’t believe I didn’t discover it sooner!

    Comment by Mama Zen — July 2, 2007 @ 7:27 pm

  2. HI!,

    I followed the links here LOL…
    Starting with “A Room Of Mamas Own” to one of your interveiws, then here.

    Great blog. Interesting book, wonderful interview. I will be back. Nice “Meeting” you.

    Comment by A Bishops wife — July 3, 2007 @ 9:32 am

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