Love…I’m Getting Closer…

…to defining it, that is. Love has two such extremes – it’s both beautiful and painful, and hard to understand. Resetting the Compass – Day 11

Being the the thinker, writer, teacher, and student that I have been all my life, causes me to question the things man has been questioning since the beginning of . . . → Read More: Love…I’m Getting Closer…

Born MY Way

Resetting the compass – Day 5

This morning at the gym I was banging out a much needed workout to the Born This Way soundtrack. Lady G wrote this song mainly for our young people to send the message to them that they are just fine the way they were made and not to let . . . → Read More: Born MY Way

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Resetting the compass: Day 4 (It’s becoming obvious to me that that is what January is going to be all about.)

This morning my husband had an early appointment with the heart doctor to discuss the next steps on his path of arterial fibrillation. We were going to a specialist to see if he needed . . . → Read More: [sic]

My Battle Is Done

Resetting the compass Day 2: 2012 is stretched out before us like a blanket of clean snow. We must be careful where and how we tread, for each mark we make will show. Last January I slipped, fell, and thrashed around, throwing snow in all directions. This January, all that is evidence of me, is . . . → Read More: My Battle Is Done

2012 – Reset The Compass

Yesterday I laid 2011 to rest and said its time to reset my compass, so today as I headed out for my walk, I called up my compass app on my phone just to see where it would take me. I began to walk down the road and the compass told me I was headed . . . → Read More: 2012 – Reset The Compass

You Know What Day It Is

It is the day when we stop and look at where we’ve been for the last twelve months and adjust our compass for where we’re going in the next twelve. You can’t move forward until you stop and look at where you’ve been. That was the biggest lesson I learned this year because it was . . . → Read More: You Know What Day It Is

One Last Lesson

First thing this morning grief and loss were laid across my table. Max Lucardo wrote about having to face your grief and loss. He described it as I lived it, perfectly:

“The giant stirs up loss of appetite, insomnia, forgetfulness, thoughts of suicide. Grief is not a mental illness, but sure feels like one sometimes. . . . → Read More: One Last Lesson

No Lottery For Me

Tonight on the news they were doing a sports story and talking to a team owner on the football field. Next to the owner was a young girl, very expensively dressed. As I was checking out her huge Coach bag, the thought of what it would feel like to have “real” money graced my brain . . . → Read More: No Lottery For Me

The Day After

Christmas at the cape was actually better than I thought it would be – especially food wise. We were in control of our menu and aside from some pierogis, some wine and a few eggnog martinis, we did pretty well. We actually had no Xmas cookies or candy to walk by and snack on and . . . → Read More: The Day After

And This Is Christmas

Thinking back, I’ve never had a bad Christmas. Some have been touched by the sadness of loved ones no longer with us, but they were not bad. All my life I had wonderful parents and grandparents who went out of the way to make sure my siblings and I were never disappointed on Christmas morning. . . . → Read More: And This Is Christmas