Empty is a word that we don’t like to use to describe ourselves – garbage cans are preferred empty, we often empty a chip or cookie bag, a vacant lot is empty until a home is built. But for a person to feel empty, vulnerable, well … that must mean there is something...
In my youth, I was more of an “Either-Or” person. The swinging pendulum of Either-Or seemed to keep things simple. Circumstances were good or bad. People were friend or foe. I was a sinner or a saint. Fortunately, somewhere in my twenties, I discovered the limitations...
I met my target date of Monday, October 1 to hand over my book manuscript to my editor!!!! Wheeeee! Happy Dance!!! I spent the weekend before that target date in the writing (or in this case, rewriting) nest and completed my goal. When done, I experienced everything...
How much is too little or too much when it comes to responsibility? Like in relationships, how much is me and my stuff and my reactions and how much is them and their stuff when it comes to a miscommunication or argument For Instance: When my precious, petite...
All things considered, during the ten months of going back and forth from CA to TX to help my mom deal with her Hurricane Harvey flooded home, prep for the house sale and the move, and settling her into her new place in CA, I did well with self-care. While I didn’t...
In two weeks’ time, the place I’ve referred to as home since I was ten years old and entering fifth grade will no longer be my family’s home. The familiar feel of the slightly worn square key sliding into the lock; the ‘I could walk it with my eyes closed’ path...
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