So, while I continue my emotional cleanse, I have developed some new coping skills. My thoughts tend to take on a life of their own, especially if they are negative. I have been inspired to shift those not-so-kind thoughts into something more positive. For one unkind thought, I balance it with something that individual… Continue reading Thought Process
We have all experienced it. The feeling that we are left out of something or that someone doesn’t like us. It is human nature to question even obsess. I can’t presume to read anyone’s mind. Personally, I have enough issues with the stuff in my own head. Why would I want to swim in someone… Continue reading Paranoid much?
I am quirky. That would be the word that describes me when dealing with my kids. In our house, children are heard. Sometimes, you may crave their silence, but freedom of speech is not lost at this house. I grew up with great parents, but they weren’t relaxed. I don’t remember them being… Continue reading Parental Vortex
I am mindful that life isn’t always grand. It is with a large exhale, that I acknowledge and even embrace when life takes an uncomfortable turn. It isn’t about being happy all the time (that isn’t realistic), but it is about how you turn a difficult situation into an opportunity to perhaps learn something. As… Continue reading Happy Trails
It always amazes me, how you can hear a message from a complete stranger that speaks volumes. As a freelance writer, my featured column is all about beautiful homes. My interview process is always enlightening and enjoyable. The people are gracious and welcoming. There are moments where the tables are turned and I get interviewed.… Continue reading The Interview
With so many changes going on around me, I am reasonably serene. Sometimes change makes me anxious, uneasy, and unmanageable. My oldest son, who has Down Syndrome has mastered riding the bus independently while my youngest has plunged into his high school career with gusto. There is really nothing left for me, but to… Continue reading The Spectator
Today is a day that America will never forget. As I travel back in time, it is clear how I have changed since the day terrorism touched our lives. My father was still alive and a very big part of my life. Bailey was six year old. I was on a mission to fight… Continue reading Remembering