There is something unique about being denied by one’s father that cannot quite be expressed. It cuts differently than other pain. Or, maybe it’s not the cut itself. Maybe it’s the emptiness, the tangible void of a such a thing missing, that’s left after the cut. I mentioned in yesterday’s post that I’ve recently been to see my father after not having any contact in five years. On April 24, I was led to Philadelphia, Mississippi, to find a particular Choctaw medicine man. I di

A twist on the Madonna-Magdelene complex “One of the deepest longings of the human soul is to be seen.” — John O’Donohue One of the more interesting nuggets learned in the past couple of weeks is at least one person in this stream reads what I write and then tells my mother. It’s a very strange thing that. That someone would believe they were tattling on Ingrid to the person with whom she’s had no contact in 8 years. Someone here. Interesting, indeed. “As you might imagine, y