All of us have been hit hard by the events of recent weeks; the deaths of elementary students and teachers, the war in Ukraine, the many families going without basic necessities, and hate crimes that target people of color and …
Last Saturday, I was fortunate enough to participate in a Facebook Live meeting with three other area authors. We each read from our books and talked a bit about our experiences as writers. I read a section from my latest …
It has been a difficult week as this nation comes to grip with the murder of George Floyd and the events that have unfolded since then. Many of my clients have used their therapy sessions to process their feelings about …
Pushing the grocery cart loaded with weekend essentials, I race for the shortest checkout line. I am pretty sure this means I will be standing there for a long time. (It took me a few decades, but I finally figured out that …
Two days ago, I posted a blog post where I talked about my legacy and the intersection of my aspirational values and how I live my life. I shared my aspirational values as spirituality, kindness, and gratitude and explored how …
In my last blog post, I explored the legacy of Fred Rogers from the children’s television program, Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood. For most of us, Mr. Rogers filled us with a sense of curiosity about the world and the wonder of …
This week has been vacation time for me. It has been creative time painting in my art room with quiet strains of spa music playing in the background. It has been quiet time in the pool, working out and relaxing. …
The email arrived through a website that promotes my practice. The writer requested information about whether I had worked with women who are experiencing the transition to later life. This gave me pause, not because I questioned whether or not …
Yesterday was a day to be inspired. Brandi, Brie, and I, along with buddies Lisa and Ashley joined approximately 1,500 of our closest friends to walk the streets of Rockford at the Second Annual Women’s March. The sun was warm, …
This morning I attended the funeral of a beloved wife, mother, and grandmother. Returning home, I changed into a pair of leggings, a rumpled comfy hoodie, and my well-worn pair of rocket dogs and I plopped down on the living …
