Dana Wright

The Mama Vault–#11 WE SEE YOU

The following essay first made its way into the blogosphere as a guest post at HeyKailyMae.com.  I’ve linked that website at the bottom of this post.  Thought I’d post it here as well, just in case you missed it!  As always, I’m so grateful you take the time to read along with my writing.  My…

SHARING LIGHT.

There’s a room in this old rock building that is my home.   It’s where I spend most every morning.  I was worried when we moved here it would be too dark, with its west-facing windows.  There’s hope for the day in the very first ray of sunlight, and I crave it in a way I…

The INVITATION. Unhanding Prejudice.

(The following is a chapter from a finished manuscript which I hoped to publish before year-end, but of course 2020 looks nothing like any of us planned for.  So for now I wanted to share his chapter, which feels especially relevant to these days we’re all living.  Peace to you all.  Dana)     I…

TURTLES IN THE VAN

  Twenty-seven years ago has never seemed so distant as it does now.   Until recently, it seemed to me the gap in time between then and now was filled with usual changes one would expect–changes in the costs of things, in hairstyles and in clothing trends.  Changes in parenting styles, music, and of course in…

All The Little Things

The world quite suddenly has paused and it’s the weirdest thing.  Kind of like vertigo.   Before, there seemed never to be  enough  time, and now suddenly there seems to be almost too much of it. A single hour begets another hour and another one after that.  The days are long for a people who,…

Does Anybody Really Know What Time it Is?

The band Chicago sang me this question over and over in the ’70s, and I don’t recall ever answering it, as I happily sang along. It could’ve been  because as I teenager, there was so much of it–  an endless supply of time, it seemed.  So I didn’t care.   But not now. No sir.  Now…

Decibels.

  Human ears are amazing when they’re working right.   When a person’s ears are in perfect working order, he or she can hear sounds ranging from zero to one hundred and forty decibels. As a point of reference, whispers are around twenty-five decibels and normal talking is about fifty-five.   When sounds reach ninety decibels,…

ME, MYSELF AND I. Staying Selfless in a “Selfie” World.

A few weeks ago I got off a plane and did the first thing most every woman does.  I headed to the bathroom.  As a rule, I never pass one up.   Of course there was a line because when isn’t there one.  That day all the gals in line wanted only one thing from…

THE BEST PARTS OF ME-Unhanding My Children. (Audio Blog)

Hello Friends!  Happy Mothering Day! No matter who you are or where you are on your life journey, motherhood has touched you.  You have mothered,  you have been mothered or maybe you are hoping to mother.  Maybe this year your oldest is about to be out the door and on her way.   Maybe your…

I’VE GONE TO SEE THE ROSES. (A story from The Mama Vault)

For thirty-four years, I’ve thought of motherhood as it applied to me.  I’ve chronicled the ebb and flow of it–written about the continuous fine tuning of my  heart regarding the holding on and letting go of  my own  children.   All the while in the background, there was a letting go running parallel and concurrent…