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Trust, freedom, and power: the price of conditional love

Trust, freedom, and power: the price of conditional love

By Rebekah Berger April 13, 2018 Leave a comment

  Dearest readers, I’ve been musing about belonging and freedom. Naturally, we should be easily able to be part of a family or group and also maintain our individuality. At least it seems simple on the surface. Thousands of years of conditional love have robbed us of our spontaneity, our ability to love self and […]

I can do alone all by myself

By Rebekah Berger January 2, 2015 Leave a comment

Hello readers, My friend and former therapist, Bernard, once told me that being excluded from belonging to a group, to the rest of humanity, is what all people fear most. Bernard is a really special person, and I really admire and respect him. I add to his claim, and I am pretty sure he would agree […]

Emptying my bucket: Thoughts on bucket lists

By Rebekah Berger February 24, 2014 Leave a comment

Hello readers, As I get older, I tend to think increasingly about the meaning of my life, my contributions, but also the shape and form of my story.  Does it mean anything to accomplish goals?  What if being were more important than doing?  The older I get, to sum it up, the less I am […]

Language, Intimacy, and Family: How Family Is a Hub of Linguistic Creativity

By Rebekah Berger October 22, 2012 Leave a comment

Hello readers and fellow lovers of writing and language, I was just musing today about how family just might be the place where creative invention in language is most bountiful, secret, and loving.  Living in a special unit, a community separate from the world in some senses, a family group must often modify the common […]

birth day

By Rebekah Berger October 11, 2012 Leave a comment

Portrait of My Mother,  1995 Today is my mother’s birthday.  We have not spoken to each other in five and a half years.  I don’t really know what to say, except that each year on her birthday and on Mother’s Day especially, I think about her and wonder if she thinks about me.  It is […]