If someone had said to me that attending a facilitated session called Dance, Draw, Write would overwhelm me with emotion, or that I would rediscover a part of my childhood spirit, I would be extremely skeptical. There I was Sunday morning, the last day of women’s weekend, saddened by the knowledge that in a few…
I was supposed to get to camp much earlier Friday morning than I had arrived. As that morning went, nothing was going according to plan. By the time I did check-in, I had already missed the morning sessions, but I had arrived in time for lunch where my weekend would be kicking off with a…
This is the first post in a series of reflections about attending YWCA VT Women’s Weekend. 2017 was a terrible year. Liken to a country music song or Lifetime movie except no one ended up in jail. Just about everything else happened. I had a miscarriage. My marriage fell apart and resulted in divorce. As…