Damn, I wish I had a crystal ball! Sometimes I think my mind is one. I’ll run a thousand scenarios ’til I think I’ve nailed it, ’til I think I’ve become the “all knowing” genie. And somehow I’m still gobsmacked when I’m wrong!Read More
Because the only way ever, for someone to know how we feel, to know what’s going through our minds, or to know what’s truly dear to us, is for us to say so. Until neuroscientists invent a mind reader, language is our greatest gift for creating intimacy and understanding.Read More
When I hear the term “peer pressure,” I think of kids egging each other on to do things they wouldn’t normally do. But a series of conversations I’ve had this week unveiled how adults are suffering from peer pressure too.
These pressures reveal themselves in one ubiquitous word… SHOULD.Read More
I am a creator. I am light. I am love.
It seems as if… I'm a mother. I’m a wife. I’m a daughter. I’m a sister. I’m a friend.
But those are definitions of my connections, the roles I play. They are not who I am.Read More
Our relationships can be defined in levels, with fewer and fewer people at each one. The largest category being strangers, who my son once referred to as “friends we haven’t met yet,” then funneling down to the exclusive circle of our lovers.Read More
Technically, my body is hurtling through the universe at speeds I can’t even fathom, and yet, it seems like I’m sitting perfectly still!!
The topic I’m introducing today is like that. It seems as if people and situations can put feelings into us…Read More
I am not you. But I’m guessing you knew that. No matter how much I’d like to know what it’s like to be you... I never can... I never will. It’s impossible for me to wander with your mind when the meeting you're in is taking too long…Read More
In the Spring of 2015, my Dad had a heart attack and went into the hospital…that was on a Monday. They put in a stent, and he stayed in the hospital to recover. I flew from Massachusetts to Colorado to be with him on Thursday. Saturday, we got to bring him home…Read More
In elementary school I loved Valentine’s day… After elementary school is a different story. I didn’t have a boyfriend in high school, so I dreaded the holiday. I could barely stem the jealousy and disappointment as other girls received bouquets of flowers, chocolates, and heart shaped cookies.Read More