A discussion arose between me and another member of my family about how to reward children and, perhaps, people in general. He contended that people should be rewarded…
I’m sure no one wants to hear this but I have spent an inordinate amount of time and effort trying to convince myself that I have worth. My…
Wild Asters by Sara Teasdale In the spring I asked the daisies If his words were true, And the clever, clear-eyed daisies Always knew. Now the fields are…
My friends and I met last night for a small check-in and chat. And we discovered that we’re all reaching a place where we want to reconnect and…
I was raised by know-it-alls who, no surprise, expected me to know-it-all. And I tried, really I did. I watched and learned how to be liked. I achieved…
A “Good Day” is one where my children don’t give me a hard time. “Yes Mom” and “Sure Mom”, “How can I help Mom” they say. When I…
I’m perhaps a little stunned that this year is feeling so much more normal. The flower garden is growing and asking me for the attention that usually overwhelms…
Searching for that indisputable unshakeable truth that l am the shit verses I am shit. I have been paying attention to the very wrongest things. So easy to…
I’m known as an ambassador to creativity. I firmly believe in the soul altering powers of honoring and co-creation with your muse. I also really wanted to believe…
Kneeling on a chair cushion yesterday jamming dirt under my nails as I pulled weeds from my brick walkway, I had one of those garden/life analogies. While the…