Like most things, resilience isn’t something you’re born with, but it’s something you can develop. Continue reading
I came across this quote in the book Quiet Mind Open Heart – Finding Inner Peace through Reflection, Journaling, and Meditation, and it spoke directly to me. Of course, there is a bright pearl within me, and within each of us. It is just a matter of finding our pearl, uncovering it from all the dirt and muck that keeps it hidden, and allowing it to shine. Continue reading
The goal of therapy is to heal or resolve problematic issues, whether they’re physical or psychological. While I’ve certainly paid my fair share of professional therapists over my lifetime, lately, I’ve been having everyday therapy that comes free of charge, from my experiences. Continue reading
This puppy of mine is some piece of work. How I’m not on sedatives yet is beyond me. These are entries for Puppy Diary Week #4. God help me.
I have only ever had a grown dog. But, last week, we got a 9 week old Goldendoodle. A puppy. Dear Goddess, if I’d only known what I was in for. This is my first week of the Puppy Diary. Continue reading
I love a memoir. It’s one of my all time favorite genres, and I read it obsessively. Yet, within the genre, I’ve noticed that I tend to read two fairly specific types of memoirs, memoirs by women with hard knock lives and memoirs by drunk writers.
Is the Universe trying to tell me something? Undoubtedly, so I hope I’m listening. Continue reading
For the last few months, my life has been filled with reading and running. I’ve been reading books that inspire and challenge me, and I’ve been running a sh*tload to prepare for a marathon. Here’s an update on both. Continue reading
Who would have thought that at 47 years old, I’d become a political activist? Yet here I am, marching, protesting, visiting my state legislators at the Capitol and my federal legislators at their local offices, calling politicians, writing politicians, attending activist meetings, and getting my activist game on. Full court press and balls to the wall, y’all. Continue reading