When I was six-years-old, I disavowed divorce…certain that remaining married was a simple matter of decisiveness.

By the time my boys were one and three, I’d become a single parent.

I avoided business classes in college, because I didn’t want to follow in my father’s footsteps. Ten years later, I won an award for women entrepreneurs. I agreed (reluctantly) to preside over a national organization. And I’ve been hell-bent on devaluing the profession ever since.*

I’d prefer to spend my days playing quietly in the garden. Or flopped on the couch, lazily reading my life away. You know: reclusively avoiding people. Instead, I built one of the busiest acupuncture practices in the country, and I can’t leave my house without bumping into someone I know.

God has a wicked sense of humor.

My politics lean left of Gandhi’s and can be nearly as impassioned. I’ve been known to write into our local rag from time to time to time.

I moved my two boys and four cats (tho now it’s a beagle and two kittens three cats and a canary) hundreds of miles from my Midwestern family, because I’d fallen in love with someone out East. When that relationship unraveled, I stayed because I’d fallen in love with Frederick, MD.

I’ve learned to live by a verse in the Upanishads: “This is perfect, that is perfect. From the perfect springs the perfect. Take the perfect from the perfect, and only the perfect remains.”

I love hearing people’s stories. I’ll tell you some of mine. Maybe you’ll share yours, too.

xo Jessica Feltz

* To learn more about community acupuncture, check-out this documentary that I co-produced with award-winning filmmaker, Brian Lindstrom. Or here’s a short video that one of my patients made (featuring yours truly).

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