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Sometimes I walk a windswept beach. An orange ball dips. Golden light settles on the horizon. Sunset prize over, other beach walkers move back inside. I’m alone. I walk and let the dark shore cloak me. Peace pulls at my toes. Weary waves sing me home. Sometimes I walk down 21 stairsteps to a mosaic … Continue reading Don’t Worry: Walk!
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 the second post in my series on How to Cope 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. … 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 66! 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,” The director shouted this 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 knowingly … Continue reading It’s gonna be OK…Love Lost and Found
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 sat in the sun today. There. I admit it. I walked the path in the windy, sunlit afternoon. Down the path, over the curve, the sun dazzled me. It kissed my cheeks and warmed my neck. That’s why I just sat right down… and stayed there. There was a convenient bed of … Continue reading Most Thankful
Confessions of a Type A Woman 