My journal, started on the night of 30 December 1995, was supposed to become a book 25 years ago.
It was powerful, meaningful, and addressed a topic not spoken about then.
It was raw and revealing.
Authentic and vulnerable.
But it drifted.
And after writing for eleven long years, it started dying.
And inside of me.
In 2009 I entered a competition and was not even given feedback.
The story died.
Why do you hug? What is the meaning or intent behind a hug? Do you hug as a greeting? Is it a sign of affection or love? Are hugs an expression of friendship, or of consolation and comfort? Some people may hug just because it feels good....
My colleague always says to me before going on a holiday adventure “Don’t come back broken”. I have a reputation for having accidents or falling over when I travel and my trip to Abisco in Sweden was no exception. Dog mushing along a frozen lake, the route smooth and...
Nesting Yurts - purchased in Kyrgyzstan – Similar to the Nesting Russian Dolls The Blue Babushka By Lois Wagner 7 February 1997 Life is like a Victorian Mystery Box, A Russian Doll In searching for meaning and looking for soul You open the lid to find another inside...
Photo by Lois Wagner of the Killing Tree in Cambodia. Visitors leave friendship bracelets in memory of the children killed there Your situation is unique and I am not in a position to tell you whether or not you should forgive your transgressor. I do not know your...
Let my Light Shine (First baby steps to a huge dream) Written in June 2014 and never published Extrovert or introvert Dozens of personality profiles, psychometric tests and analyses by “experts” have identified me as an...