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“What story have I been telling that may not be true”, the self-help guru asked. I’ve been feeling quite stagnant of recent and I decided to listen to or read something that I thought might spur some change. What else is there to do? And as I began to write down some possible stories I…
Once upon a time, I was the gal who had started a blog with no idea what she thought she was doing. I floundered and almost gave up and then I finally found a rhythm in my writing. I had an overachieving phase. I played with all sorts of fun features on my blog. After…
The story that is our life, up to a certain point, is written and told by others. We do not choose our parents or where we are born or the social status we are born into. Nor do we have control over who keeps us alive and what they teach us as littles. Our lives…
There’s a saying used behind the closed doors of the Anonymous meetings. People with addictions are “terminally unique”. Somehow, the dreadful feeling of isolation and alone-ness is a sort of backward badge of honor giving you full on permission to kill yourself by your addiction of choice. Addictions plays us like puppets; fearful of conceived…
Not too long ago, say right after Christmas, I woke up and I would dread getting dressed because the following would occur. I would be unhappy about how I looked in the mirror and how tightly my clothing was. My closet of clothing contained fewer options I felt I could fit into, liked myself in,…
My butt got a good kicking by that Mercury in retrograde thing this past October. Maybe a little awareness that it was descending onto my life would have been good so I could have a heads up to brace myself for what was to befall me. Otherwise, nothing to do but wait the storm out….
I used to have a friend. I think of her often. And the question she used to ask when there was a moment of strain or uncertainty was, “Is it Ok?”I thought about her and this today. What was that about? Do I do it too? Because I think there’s a lot more here than…
On the phone recently, my Mom recounted a story about the last time I had a baby. She laughed as she told her version of that fateful day in the delivery room. Her portrayal of me as a labor room dictator was slightly unsettling. Stories can be both comforting and unsettling. Storytelling impacts, creates, and…
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