The Village Healer

transition

  • It’s Not My Death

    1990 was the year of magical changes in my life. As is usually the case though, I couldn’t know it at the time. I had been married a little over one year and my beloved grandmother had just died. I… Continue reading

  • Judgement

    I’m not a very black and white thinker. In most cases I see 50,000 shades of grey. I am not an ‘all or nothing’ kinda chick…except when it comes to this. It’s like being pregnant…you are either judgmental or you… Continue reading