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Conditional Love
Posted by Lyn, September 17 2007I don't believe in unconditional love. I understand that saying that makes me sound cold, unsympathetic and unforgiving. Perhaps.
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What I Don't Believe
Posted by Lyn, August 27 2007I have no idea what will happen to me when I die, and I am unconcerned about it. I am concerned with how I behave while I'm here. I try every day to be better than I was yesterday.
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The Least We Can Do
Posted by Lyn, July 23 2007At 7:11 a.m. on July 17 I kept a promise to a friend who asked me to be part of the Harmonic Convergence worldwide meditation. I decided that the very least I could do was acknowledge that it was happening and keep still for a bit and think about the c...
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Who Are You? Does it Matter?
Posted by Lyn, July 02 2007I'd always been curious about our family because we are African, Irish, German, Native American, Scottish and who-knows-what-else. In families like ours people don't always share information easily -- or tell the truth -- and, over the years, I'd gotte...
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Sitting Quietly
Posted by Lyn, June 24 2007When I was a little girl -- before there was a television in every home -- I spent a lot of time doing nothing. I was a quiet child whose parents moved a lot so I didn't have consistent friendships with many children my age, and I grew up before most a...
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Pumping Iron
Posted by Lyn, June 04 2007About a decade ago, I bought a pair of purple five-pound weights and a set of ankle weights. The most action they saw was when I dragged them from the back of the closet to pack them for a move. The weights seemed a lot heavier than five pounds when I ...
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Rock & Roll & Drugs
Posted by Lyn, May 04 2007I like drugs as much as anyone. They seem to have solved a lot of our problems, or at least made them seem dimmer or less pressing. I couldn't have gotten through the decade of my mother's decline into Alzheimer's Hell without Prozac. She took it, no...
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Why I Write
Posted by Lyn, May 01 2007I write because it makes me happy. Growing up in Ohio in the '50s, I wrote under my blanket using a flashlight. It was awkward, but writing my childhood wounds and fears held them at bay. I married at 18 the first time and through more than two decades...
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Lyn May
Lyn May got on the work wheel late - in her mid-30s when the '70s were blazing with opportunities for women and people of color. Stepping through that open door, she's spent the last three decades making up for lost time. In addition to being twice a wife and the mother of two very adult women and stepmother to three more, she's been a television reporter and anchor, a speechwriter, press secretary and organizational crisis manager and consultant. These days, she does a little TV, a little housekeeping and a lot of reading, writing and thinking - all from the Connecticut woods where she lives happily with husband, Lee, also a writer and fine gardener, and two very crazy cats.
