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I will not lose my song. At 65 I can’t remember where I left my keys, but I can remember every word of a Broadway showtune. Since I was little, I loved to sing. I believe singing is a God gift. God gave me a little body and a big mouth - What can I … Continue reading I Will Not Lose My Song
This is my second post in my series on Coping with Tough Times. I’m not a dancer, but I love to dance. Most of my movements are deemed goofy by my kids. As a matter of fact, for about 20 years, while they were home, I relegated dancing to the basement. But now... I’m alone. … Continue reading When in Doubt…Dance
I can’t say the word: “whimsical” without smiling. There’s something about the word. Whimsy is like a joyful secret no one knows but you. ✅ When times are tough, it doesn’t hurt to be a bit whimsical. ✅ Celebrate the silliness of the senses. ✅ Notice the music of the mundane. ✅ … Continue reading Whimsical
✅ I’ve always jokingly referred to myself as a cracked pot ✅ Little did I know I’d be shattered ✅ For the past two years, I’ve dealt with the cold, cruel chaos of trauma. ✅ Some of you know...some of you don’t...My love of 40 years chose to walk away from our marriage . … Continue reading Cracked to Shattered…and Back Again
Slowing down a minute to drop this note. In the future I’ll be sharing more about how this Type A “cracked pot” became shattered, but...for today... I want to let you know how I have the power to become new...even at the old age of 65! First...a question: ✅ Is there something missing in your … Continue reading Shattered Pot…Made New
I’ve always been a performer, but not a cheerleader. I was a short little nerdy girl in high school so I gravitated to the stage...not the cheer squad. . I guess I’m a cheerleader at heart, however. Years ago, when I created my one-woman show, “Confessions of a Type A Lady,” I incorporated a … Continue reading Cheering You On
“Of course we’re canceling rehearsals on Valentine’s Day.” He shouted this out flippantly. All the couples in the room laughed a ‘why of course’ laugh and went about their busyness . I stood in my self-made circle, swallowing hard. Quick, drink some water. Pain washed through me with the water. I smiled and nodded … Continue reading It’s gonna be OK
I grew up in one of the poorest cities in the US. Poverty rate is 43.1%. Roughly one out of every 2.3 residents lives in poverty. I lived there like a miniature warrior, without fear, focused on fun and forever play. Mom and dad helped me by keeping me busy and distracted from any hardships. … Continue reading Going Home
Where in the world am I ? Dorothy - you’re not in Kansas anymore. Sirens are unceasing. Horns blast. Right now two men are arguing below my kitchen window...something about a parking space, which is as rare as gold in the dirty streets of this city block. I guess they figure it’s worth fighting … Continue reading Dorothy…You’re Not in Kansas Anymore
I love the lights in our village park. They represent many gifts of light. The flags shimmer in the light. I’m grateful for our country. The veteran’s statue reflects the light. Thank you, veterans. These lights remind me of all the Village caretakers who light our way Thanks, buddies. A nativity scene shimmers in the … Continue reading Shine Bright!
Confessions of a Type A Woman 