Patriotism

Stories of Spirit

In Memory…

The town I grew up in; Whitefield, NH, took the Memorial Day parade seriously. The procession; led by the High School Marching Band,...

STORIES OF SPIRIT…Once a Marine, always a Marine [communicating with a wounded warrior]

*photo Stahr Cabral By this point many of you already know that I was raised by a Marine, in fact, if you have read my book ‘Jump Girl,...

Stories of Spirit…The Sacrifice of War (remembering my father)

Growing up the child of a wounded warrior, I knew the toll of war. My father was missing an eye, a fancy piece of glass made to resemble...

Stories of Spirit…I Choose Not to Hate [tolerance, social media, and respect]

It’s hot, too hot for late September in northern Vermont. I am irritated and tired. I don’t particularly like summer weather in July,...

STORIES OF SPIRIT…Crying on the Couch

Owenegaut, the cave of the Morrigan. I sat on my couch in the early hours of the morning, and cried. I cried for the state of our...

STORIES OF SPIRIT…Healing the Spirit of the United States [sending love to the Genius Locus]

This does not mean I turn a blind eye to the injustices of the world, it simply means that I will not approach them with malice and...