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Tag Archives: mom

Laugh, Cry, Feel Awesome! A Meditation Memory.

During meditation today, I was unexpectedly flooded with tears.  They just came.  Somehow, during this quiet, blissful state, I thought of my younger self, my 11 year old, not so pretty, pre-pubescent self. The memories just came floodinread more »

Letting My Dog Go

“Guess how old he is.” When she answered “five,” I told her the truth: 16 and a half. “Today is his last day. We’re putting him down tomorrow.”read more »

Wearing My Big Girl Pants Post 50!

As I’ve aged, I’ve discovered one thing to be perfectly true about myself. My mind has a tendency to wander. (Have you seen that new kitchen gadget that’s supposed to make your life that much easier? ) Umm…actually, read more »

Daughter moving 3000 miles away

My 21 year old daughter is moving away with her friend. She is bored in the city we live in and wants to get away. She is in a dead end job and I have been talking to her about going back to school or changing jobs but did not expect this. Her friread more »

How to exercise: Getting started after a long hiatus

If you’ve fallen off the exercise wagon, don’t despair.read more »

I don’t want them [my children] to find me dead in my bed. Most Liked Hot Conversation

Although I won’t be one of the 80 million customers projected to dine in a restaurant on Mother’s Day, I do want to share some tips for cutting back your consumption of sodium, but not your fun.read more »

Trouble at work

I have a day care business in our home. I’ve recently discovered that one of my day care moms is interested in my husband. This makes me uncomfortable. Any advice? 0 read more »

To Create or Not to Create, That is the Question.

I wax philosophical on Sundays, mulling over those deep questions of human existence and why we are here. Are we here to take up space and get caught up in the gears of our cultural existence—sitting on the couch after a grinding work day watchiread more »

I Cried More When My Dog Died Than When My Mom Died

I hate to admit it but I cried more when my dog died than when my mom died.read more »

MEDITATION Hot Conversation

Practicing meditation when my daughters were home was an elusive fantasy. Rarely was there a moment of silence in our loving, yet busy household. Twenty minutes of alone time was a rare luxury. I did not fret about it then, however. My mantra at tread more »