I sit at my computer, watching the little cursor blink, blink, blink, patiently waiting for my hands to make contact with the keyboard. I yearn for just the right words, words that will encourage and offer support for my readers. “What shall I write?” I muse. “What great knowledge shall I share today?” Then another… Continue reading How Can I Help?
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What Did I Do Wrong?
Why Won’t You Talk To Me? I am picky about who I let cut my hair. I only want to work with a talented hairstylist skilled in cutting and styling my naturally curly hair. I’ve had some horrendous results from less experienced stylists, like uneven cuts, unattractive shaping, and disastrous use of hair products. Some… Continue reading What Did I Do Wrong?
Stepping Off the Dangerous Tracks of Resistance
“Get used to it!” the doctors said, “It’s not a big deal; it happens with age. Don’t worry, take this pill, and call us in the morning.” I was diagnosed with arthritis, osteoporosis, and high blood pressure with no real hope of recovery. That was February, 2023. Fear was in the driver’s seat, steering me… Continue reading Stepping Off the Dangerous Tracks of Resistance
Get Unstuck From the Muckity Muck
As a young woman in the 1970s, I was careless and carefree. I thought very little about the future, rebelling against the idea that I needed to plan and prepare. I did what millions of us have done: I got married, gave birth to a beautiful baby, got jobs, lost jobs, found other jobs, got… Continue reading Get Unstuck From the Muckity Muck
Do You Want Me To Listen or Tell You What To Do?
When my teenage daughter was upset, you knew it. She stomped in the front door and down the hall to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. In a few minutes she came out, sat down, arms crossed, pouting. Her torrent of angst put all of us on edge. Because she’s my kid, at times… Continue reading Do You Want Me To Listen or Tell You What To Do?
Wet Socks
She was shampooing the carpet, and I needed to move my things out of the way. I was in my stocking feet, and guess what? My socks got wet. Dah! YUCK! I gathered up my things, removed my socks, and quietly left. Once safely back in my space, I put the wet socks in the… Continue reading Wet Socks
Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones
But words will never harm me. I say, “You hurt my feelings!” You say, “What? Me? How?” I say, “You did ______something-something_______, and it hurt my feelings. Now say you’re sorry and really mean it! And promise never to do it again. Then and only then can we move on.” Sound familiar? Whether I said… Continue reading Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones
Using Fear to Embrace My Inner Strength
Fear and I had a long, overdue, heart-to-heart chat this morning. For many years, fear was a constant companion, often not very pleasant. These fears had no substance; they were driven by old programming that informed me in various ways that I was not good enough. UGH! I’ve worked diligently these last couple of years… Continue reading Using Fear to Embrace My Inner Strength
Please, Remove Your Shoes!
My dearest love, Craig, and I had a long-standing tradition of removing our shoes when we came home. We considered our home a sacred sanctuary, and removing our shoes showed respect. When we built our home in Colorado, we created a small room called the mud room at the front of the house. We lived… Continue reading Please, Remove Your Shoes!
To Live and Die Like the Night Blooming Cereus
When Craig and I traveled, we always found a botanical garden to visit. Plants were one of Criag’s passions. He was a fantastic gardener. To Craig’s delight, while visiting a garden in Florida, we discovered a Night Blooming Cereus. Being daytime, it wasn’t blooming, but the plant was still quite spectacular. As if we were… Continue reading To Live and Die Like the Night Blooming Cereus