
Warning: Kindness is Dope
Someone thanked me for something I did 20 years ago. Something I do not even remember. Continue reading Warning: Kindness is Dope
Someone thanked me for something I did 20 years ago. Something I do not even remember. Continue reading Warning: Kindness is Dope
I collect feathers and lavender, designer vintage handbags and boy, oh boy, do I collect random people Continue reading What makes YOU smile?
How will you know when you have found ME? Ah, that’s the easy part…
xoxo
GOD Continue reading Looking for GOD? (A short “Soul Sunday” reflection)
Deciding who gets a front row seat in the movie that is our lives isn’t exactly as simple as ordering a large popcorn and Slush Puppie. Continue reading The Front Row II (A short reflection on CHANGE)
Still acting like Madonna, and just like the lovers who err every now and then and risk getting caught, I had a serious case of the guilty conscience. It hit me hard. Continue reading My True Love (A Tragedy)
It occurred to me that on the road to recovery, I had developed a special set of skills using instinct, intuition, vibrations, feelings, nuances. My 2 dull senses heightened the 3 fully functional ones. Those superpowers were my biggest gift as a writer. They made for some powerful storytelling. Continue reading What’s YOUR story (Mine is about GRATITUDE)
I noticed that the book on the bedside table happened to be “The Zahir” by Paulo Coelho — one of the very few of his books I had not yet read and the VERY book I had lost in the airport. It was fate. Continue reading The Zahir (A story about getting even)
At her funeral, her son said “My mom was an angel. My angel”. Then he turned to his schoolmates, hundreds of young boys all dressed in their school blazers and said “….and I am so jealous of you guys, because you still have your moms. Mine is gone”. Continue reading Angel
One of the girls in the pretty matching dresses was pregnant. She was 16. She felt shame and guilt. The spotlight was painful.
The son of the mistress was awarded a scholarship to a top university. He was 17. He felt pride and excitement. The spotlight was lovely. Continue reading The Spotlight