“He will die a very lonely man.”  This is what I had told my husband when we found out my father was a pedophile.   With Father’s Day fast approaching, what do I write about him?    I have put… Continue reading

In the past few days I have had the opportunity to bump into many of my past girlfriends, some as far back as 40 years ago, and some as recent as only one year. To be part of the sisterhood… Continue reading

I finally took control over it, I finally had enough, I couldn’t take it anymore, so I Unplugged it, tore out the cord from the wall and rendered it useless!    It’s power was a magnet, its pull hard for… Continue reading

Imagine that your life is a bowl of soup, that what we put in each day is what our soup will taste like.  We can only expect our soup to taste like what it is we add, nothing more and… Continue reading

I am going away today to give my kids a break.  Okay and me too.   My husband and I are taking our El Camino, a Tent and bodies weary of being sooooo responsible.  We get to be just two… Continue reading

Time, I am chasing time, time is all that matters, time for this and no time for that, and we have only a little time to finish, time for the next task, time to be done, time to go, time… Continue reading

Yesterday I learned that a friend of mine died, she had been suffering for many years, gripped in a mad dance of addictions, her abused mind wouldn’t allow a space of peace.   When speaking to her in the past… Continue reading

“The more of our self we own, the less need for enemies to embody our disowned darkness.  Everything is welcomed by the soul.”  Pat B. Allen.   People are carrying the dark parts of us?  Who we call our enemies… Continue reading

In the book “Art is the Way of Knowing” by Pat B. Allen.   She had a dream about a dead baby bird, then went for a walk and came upon a dead baby bird, and remembered being little and… Continue reading