The Road of Life

~Kim Libertini The road of life is treacherous. The unanticipated twists and turns are difficult to handle.  There are so many unpredictable variables that fold into the journey. It is bumpy and can be very unstable.  For those of us who have experienced head on collisions on this road, it becomes difficult to put ourselves … Continue reading The Road of Life

Grieving the Loss of My Identity

~Kim Libertini Stunned. There are no other words to describe the moment. I looked in the mirror at the reflection that has been staring back at me for 46 years. How many times had I attributed visual characteristics like my high cheek bones and rounder eyes to Caucasian genes? Adopted at five-months of age, for … Continue reading Grieving the Loss of My Identity

Souvenirs of the Past

~Kim Libertini I walked into the kitchen as my youngest son, now eleven, was climbing on the counter to reach the upper cabinets. He quickly smiled and said, “What happened to those coconut bowls we had? Have you seen them?”  The mention of those bowls take me back to shopping in the Vietnamese market for … Continue reading Souvenirs of the Past

Eye of the Storm

About one hundred years ago (apologies I’ve lost track of time) when I used to cover United Nations environmental negotiations, the director of the reporting group used to give pep talks to prepare the team for the long days ahead full of pressure, inevitable chaos, and unknown outcomes. He reminded us to become the eye … Continue reading Eye of the Storm

The Never Ending Juggle

~Kim Libertini As I walked, I could feel my clothes swivel around my waist. The pounds had been melting off for weeks now. It my body's reaction to stress. I am tired. Divorce and loss made me recognize the value of "divide and conquer." I can't speak for all divorces; only my own. The contentious … Continue reading The Never Ending Juggle

Triggers of Loss

~Kim Libertini Photo by Nathalie Désirée Mottet on Unsplash The change of season was quick this year.  Overnight, I woke to crisp cold air and the smell of fallen leaves.  The hours of daylight are decreasing. I feel it.  Fall reminds me of home. A small town nestled in the Hudson River Valley of New … Continue reading Triggers of Loss

No Signs From The Afterlife

After my mom died, I thought she would appear in numerous ways and signs. A butterfly hanging about, a warm presence in the room, a vivid dream. I imagined that her essence would feel obvious and overwhelming, an external experience impossible to ignore. That hasn’t been the case. While I’ve seen her in a couple … Continue reading No Signs From The Afterlife

Measuring Progress

~Kim Libertini Scientific and mathematical by nature, my mind feels safe with quantifiable metrics used to measure progress.  I need clear and concrete boxes to check that help me to categorize my level of success. This holds true for both my personal and professional life.  This is part of why I struggled so much when … Continue reading Measuring Progress