BURNING WOMAN

Memoirs of an Elder

A passionate love story about the adventure of aging. Turning 65, artist, writer, psychologist Sharon Strong claimed the next decade to trek the Himalaya, build massive sculptures for Burning Man, and meet the love of her life. What she could not have imagined was a wildfire that destroyed twenty years of art work. Her story will inspire others through times of creativity, destruction and transformation.

Publication: June 21, 2022

THERAPY ON ZOOM?

THERAPY ON ZOOM?

  I flipped my appointment book back to March 16, 2020. The page is covered in red ink circling the names of clients I needed to contact to schedule virtual sessions. Scrawled across the week’s calendar in purple highlighter is “COVID. I started with phone sessions, then FaceTime. Four months...

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HELEN AND THE 7 CHAKRAS

HELEN AND THE 7 CHAKRAS

The call came in the middle of a therapy session. I let it go to voicemail. When I played back the message, a woman’s somber voice said, “Hello Sharon...I’m a friend of Helen’s. Her dementia has gotten worse. She’s unable to care for herself and has been transferred to the memory care unit. We’re...

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SOURDOUGH SCONES

SOURDOUGH SCONES

Baking was a ritual I started after becoming housebound. I wasn’t alone. Remember early in the shut down when there were no bags of flour on grocery store shelves, no baking powder, and no yeast? In the olden days, when my children were young and money was scarce, I’d make bread. The smell is...

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AN EPIPHANY ABOUT TIME

AN EPIPHANY ABOUT TIME

It's 12:50 on a Monday and there’s not enough time. I am not even sure what I’m late for. But, I can feel my heart beating rapidly and a fluttering sensation in my chest. The image of a heart with wings comes to mind, but my heart doesn’t feel like it’s taking flight. It feels caught. This is so...

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A LIZARD TALE

A LIZARD TALE

Lenny, where are you? I had learned to talk to the lizard in a soft voice so I wouldn’t startle him. It was just a week ago, late afternoon, the time Lenny usually hunted for insects on the screen in my writing studio. I looked in the shady places on the window casement where he hid when the sun...

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LIFE IN THE TIME OF PANDEMIC

LIFE IN THE TIME OF PANDEMIC

  It’s been four months...or five? Is that possible? I have lost my sense of time, of past, present and future. Actually, it’s “future” that’s gone missing. I can’t seem to plan ahead. Yeah, I can schedule phone sessions with my clients, think about what’s in the refrigerator for dinner and...

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HOMECOMING

HOMECOMING

  Leaving Le Broc, Tom and I took the bullet train from Nice to Paris on tracks so close to the Mediterranean shoreline, it felt as if we were passengers on a very narrow ship, and in only a matter of time we’d turn toward the open sea. Twenty-four hours later, travelling by taxi, airplane,...

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Time

Time

I woke up this morning with a sense of daylight, although our bedroom was filled with shadows and dreams. I wondered what time it was and padded on bare feet into my office, opening the windows to smell the dawn. It still carried the scent of rain that began the previous evening, and the clean,...

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PORTALS

PORTALS

  The day after Christmas, in search of medieval ruins and a good hike, Tom and I drove an hour from Le Broc to Chateauneuf, one of many medieval villages scattered across the foothills above the Mediterranean Coast. They’re so numerous that at night their lights look like constellations in a...

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ORDEAL

ORDEAL

            I sensed early on that living in a medieval village for two months in the South of France, writing the second draft of my memoir, would be an initiation. I could feel it beginning long before Tom and I drove to San Francisco, and boarded our flight to Paris. I read Malidoma Some’s...

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