Author Archives: Deborah Parrish Author
The New Daily News
The corporatization of the media ended the hometown newspaper to explore the world beyond the city limits. They sold out and news became homogenized like milk, the flavor the same as any other carton on the shelf. Because of this, we’ve lost the connection to our neighbors and the news that truly matters, threatening our tribal interconnectedness and how we support each other. The fact is, what we do matters to each other. Continue reading
Cold Corn
This winter reminded me of another a few years ago during another contentious campaign season. I’m watching loved ones age, dealing with my own aging body, and witnessing mothers and fathers passing away. I’m losing people I love at an alarming rate and … Continue reading
Ground Zero
Through that opening, an amazing sky was born with light. My mind relaxed a bit and I loosened the binding expectations long enough to feel lighter and warmer, kinder to myself. At that moment, joy crept in and sat down smiling. Continue reading
Can “Going Local” Save the World?
Technology connects and sustains relationships but how often does it truly pay the bills? How can we simultaneously connect globally while remaining locally inter-dependent? Continue reading
Life in the Slow Lane
I’m feeling lighthearted today. Not only because it’s a National Holiday and most folks aren’t working, but because I got some much needed sleep last night. It’s amazing how bright and sweet mornings are when you feel rested. My Music … Continue reading
The Good Fight
There are plenty of opportunities wrapped up as problems. The idea of building a new workforce based on contribution, engagement, collaboration, and constant learning is long overdue. Continue reading
Blackout
She made me a better person by being my daughter. She chose me and I’ve loved every single minute of it. I simply would not be who I am without her presence in my life, and for that I’m so very grateful. Just by being, she gave me a new life. Continue reading
Flyin’ High
When I’m standing on the ground, my hometown is pretty magnificent. Surrounded by farms and ranches, Tomales is a tiny town on the coast of Northern California, a juicy slice of West Sonoma-Marin Heaven and deeply dependent on the economic bounties (and sharply impacted by the inevitable bounces) of agriculture, fishing, and tourism. While I live in the middle of town, I’m still surrounded by the billowy hills and lively vapors from nearby pastures. The quiet calm of my neighborhood awakens the soul. But from the air, it is far beyond breathtaking! Continue reading
The First Meatloaf I’ve Ever Made
Magic Meatloaf I’ve never made meatloaf before. I know, that’s amazing. My hubby recently disclosed that this was one of his favorite meals from childhood, “one of the few things” his mom cooked that he liked. Together, we experimented, uncovered … Continue reading
Club Secrets
Deep within all orphans, there is a quiet longing that never fades. We never get over the loss of a parent, no matter how old we may be, or how sick they may be. This is the great secret of the club. The grief just burrows deep within us, but it never leaves. I want to tell my friend that the love from our fathers never leaves us, they transition to something more powerful, more accessible. But, the grief is buried underneath our Everyday Face. Continue reading
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