Do You Love Yourself? Or Just Not Care Enough?
A long time ago, people would say, “You need to learn to love yourself.” Most of these people didn’t even know me but it seemed the “correct” supposedly “expert” advice to give. Sometimes accompanied by…
Options
OPTIONS. That’s the word to keep in mind, the sweet nothing the Universe is whispering to you. I was just talking to a friend about this and realized that most of my private conversations are…
Me, Too: The Day my Parents Killed the Pedophile
With the #metoo campaign to shed a light on sexual harassment and sexual attack, a lot of survivors are telling their stories. I know it grieves my elderly mom that I talk about it and…
The Conflict Between Motherhood and Career…Still
We don’t talk about this on Mother’s Day, but there has long been and continues to be–even in these supposedly enlightened and modern times–a conflict between motherhood and career, and there doesn’t have to be. …
Making Peace When You’ve Done No Wrong
She is an elder in my spiritual community, and every now and then, she looks right through me and tells me things I need to hear, whether I want to hear them or not. A…
What It Is Wednesday: Losing Faith
“I lose my faith in people…why even take the time?” –“Shut In” by Strand of Oaks Sitting in the doc’s reception area, waiting to be called back, & I just keep shaking my head in…
Emotions and Finances
The biggest, unexpected financial setbacks in my life have all been the result of letting my emotions get in the way while I took my eye off the financial ball. I think about that much…
Gwynnie Bee Month 3: Shipping Problems, Customer Service, and Angry Postal Workers
Month number three of my Gwynnie Bee subscription turned out to be stellar, even though I had a few odd issues with late shipping and the post office. Due to a slight downward adjustment in…
What It Is Wednesday: The Lie of Leading Someone On
I’ve seen this more than once & my intuition flamed every time & I ignored it. Guy tells me something a little…odd…out of the blue. It’s a half-truth but bc I believe him to be…
Why Can’t You Be Happy for Me?
“Why can’t you just be happy for me?” It wasn’t a question. It was more of a demand. There was anger in his voice, as well as frustration. It came out in a–almost–throw-away, half-wail, half-retort….
