Anger. Fear. Tomato

I was angry.  I thought I was angry. Maybe, I’m scared.  I find that when I think I’m angry, I am actually scared. Scared that: I’ll never be enough. I deserve exactly what I’ve gotten for the past 48 years. I will always be a disappointment. I will always choose poorly. I will always love […]

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As for me and my house

May we be filled to the brim and overflowing with grace.  May we live with health, happiness, ease, and love.  May this be a sacred place full of healing, growth, and peace.  May all who enter be held close, and know they are safe.  And may it ever be so.  Amen and Amen.  Light and […]

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WHAT

I’ve been asking the wrong question. As an educator, we often hear or say that there are “no dumb or wrong questions.”  Um.  This is incorrect.  If I have JUST given explicit and comprehensive directions, and you raise your hand and ask for said directions again, because you were goofing off with your friends and […]

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Secrets, Shame, and SHINE

We are only as sick as our secrets. I share a lot.  I realize my way of processing and moving through difficult situations and experiences is not everyone’s cuppa.  That is so cool.  Don’t read my stuff, unfollow, block.  My journey is my own, just as yours is yours. Over the past year, there has […]

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Free

I release myself from all the shame and judgments that have caused pain. I allow myself to be free—to live presently, I joy peace, love, faith, and ease. I allow myself to thrive in connected relationships, to grow and flourish in all areas of my life, to experience and embrace fun, play, dance, song, and […]

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Oops, I did it again

I stole the title of this post from Brittany Spears, and in solidarity, I have half shaved my head as well. Over the past seven days, I reconnected with an ex.  We decided to try “us” SOBER.  And things were good.  I was cautiously optimistic.  I did NOT label our time together or ask him […]

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