I am finally in the groove. My mojo is back. The ideas are flowing. Okay, I think you get the gist. I was kind of at a loss on the direction of this manuscript and frankly, overwhelmed by my editor's revision suggestions. But, yesterday there was magic. Being around...

When I came home from the grocery store on Friday, my spouse inquired whether I had lost more weight. I was still processing my ordeal with the satanic umbrella issue, so his statement caught me off guard. "I don't really know. Maybe. I mean, these jeans are loose and...

I like to be prepared. When the skies darkened yesterday, I retrieved my umbrella as I walked into my morning meeting. As I left, I was so pleased that I had thought ahead. The rain was coming down steadily and I smirked as people ran to their cars, without the tools...

I was living off a high when alerted that my manuscript was actually readable and the offer to help me improve the quality was left on the table. Then death came knocking on our door and I have lost the momentum. I would describe myself as incredibly unmotivated. For...

I grew up with the belief that appearances where everything. What was happening on the inside of our home wasn't reflected to the outside world. I think it was pretty much the norm. Nobody aired their dirty laundry. We simply kept up a facade. Now, I am not saying...

I am in an odd place right now. There is a lot going on, yet there isn't. Probably doesn't make sense to you. Don't worry, it doesn't make sense to me either. I have my manuscript sitting on the counter silently mocking me. Sure, it thinks it is being helpful. Maybe...

I slept a lot yesterday. My body seemed to have simply halted in an effort to recover from the week. Grief is a palpable opponent. And just when I thought we could take a breath, we got word that one of Brian aunt's passed away Friday night. Loss is everywhere. But,...

I can always identify the moments where I am not completely in my own body. When I am distracted and not fully paying attention. The week has been so heavy that I have found myself doing incredibly stupid shit. Last night, I decided that I was not cooking dinner. The...

How is it that one day can be a mixture of happiness and extreme sadness? In yesterday's blog, I shared how I was taking my Aunt to see her husband as his life journey was transitioning. Being of service in that manner was such a gift and I will be forever grateful...

One of my favorite childhood memories was hanging out with my parent's friends. Describing this group as fun, would be a complete understatement. I remember New Year's Eve parties at my parent's house where they would roll up the rug, move the furniture back, turn on...