I am a middle aged white American woman. Before the term “white privilege” was coined, I lived it. Through no choice of my own, I was born into a family who wanted me. I had a mom and a dad who loved each other and their kids. They clothed me, fed me, and gave me … Continue reading Khawaja
Author: michellegunnin
Across Days and Above Time
Allowing 3 hours to get through security during the government shutdown was recommended. Being the rule follower that I am, and being averse to running through airports to catch planes, I arrived 3 ½ hours early to be on the safe side. Ten minutes after arriving I was through all check points and at my … Continue reading Across Days and Above Time
A Tribute to Tenacity
My friend Marcia died this weekend. My heart is broken. The last time I talked to her was in October when I went to the oncologist for my check up and she was in the chemo lab. She was her same spunky self, though a bit weaker than usual. It was most likely going to … Continue reading A Tribute to Tenacity
The Latest
When I went to Uganda last January it was because I was compelled to go. I was working on a document for a school I had never seen, and I knew if I was going to develop and write a plan of some sort, I had to see the school first. I took a step … Continue reading The Latest
The Sun Called Today
The sun called today. He asked if I wanted to come out to play. “Of course,” I said, “You’ve been away so long I thought you were never coming back. I would love to get together, I’ll meet you at the lake.” He was waiting for me when I arrived. His smile was dazzling and reflected … Continue reading The Sun Called Today
Welcome 2019
Whether you call them resolutions, goals, or general guidelines, January 1 is always a fresh start. Think of it as a reset button…a chance to reboot and start fresh. In the spirit of new beginnings here is my list. Lose weight. Let’s just get this one out there right up front. I hate that it is … Continue reading Welcome 2019
Blockage
You may have noticed. My words are stuck. They cannot make it from my head to my hands. There is a pile of them at my heart waiting to flow out. They are heavy and sluggish, these words. An incredibly busy season has led directly into a season of grief, where words are few and far … Continue reading Blockage
Pittsburg
Hate is not new. Division isn’t the latest fad. It is ancient. Beginning in the garden and moving, always forward, with each generation. It slithers and slides, morphing into whatever form is needed to keep itself intact. It feeds upon fear and gorges on superiority. It is a glutton, always hungry but never satisfied with its … Continue reading Pittsburg
Spa Day
A lovely lady walked me down a short hallway. She handed me off to another lovely lady, whose hospitality was charming. We chitchatted as she walked me to the dressing room, where she handed me a warm robe. What a luxurious thing. Enveloped by warmth, I wondered why I didn’t have a robe warmer at … Continue reading Spa Day
Ford vs. Kavanaugh
I do not watch politics. In fact, I even put my fingers in my ears before I bury my head in the sand. Like any good ostrich, I hope to avoid the circumstances in which I am standing. However, despite my attempts to ignore the news of the day, there are times the volume gets … Continue reading Ford vs. Kavanaugh
Michelle's Mosaic 