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Save Your Story, Share a Smile

Save Your Story, Share a Smile

The other day, I was helping to moderate a talk about writing and publishing. During the Q and A portion, there was an aspiring author who had just completed the first draft of her book, and she was asking an expert who had written many books about spreading the...
Choosing Kindness

Choosing Kindness

I lived in the closet for a while. It’s amazing what writing that out does for me—an acknowledgment of my own process aside from holding space for my ex-husband. I lived on the other side of it with a secret that was not my own. For over a year, as my whole...
Helping Her Let Go

Helping Her Let Go

“Have you seen them together?” she asked with false innocence. I had been expecting the inquiry—dreading it really. I was between two friends in that awkward way. I had known them as a couple. They had broken up. She still carried a torch for him. He had moved...
Hear Me

Hear Me

When Lawrence died, it was a mild inconvenience. That may sound cold but I could never lie about this- I did not love him. Our fathers insisted upon us marrying as a fertile tie for their companies and that was that. My daddy owned a furniture store and Lawrence’s...
Take Me By Surprise

Take Me By Surprise

Because some things come upon you in such a way that you lose your footing, you lose yourself for a moment—maybe even a year or two. There is nothing so temporary as being sure of what is true. Life will smack you upside the head each and every time you believe you...
The Quiet Perfection of Now

The Quiet Perfection of Now

Winter smacked me in the face as I bore on against the wind toward my children’s school. Every day it was the same—a mad dash from my driveway to the schoolyard to collect two bright-eyed whirling dervishes with questions and stories and hungry bellies. I would...
Manifestor Mantras

Manifestor Mantras

Years ago, my friend Elise offered to read my ‘gene keys chart.’ Having been a spiritual seeker for most of her life, she was diving deep into the waters of Kabbalah and other supporting modalities. At the time, I found the whole thing too complicated and...
A Mother’s Interference

A Mother’s Interference

From my novel-in-progress… “Do you have no tea here, love?” called Mrs. Hanks as she looked through the cupboard. Elizabeth shook her head. “No, I am afraid not.” The older woman put her hands on her hips, indignant. “No tea? Why that dastardly man! I daresay...