What’s important? That’s the most important question. What’s important? At this point in my life, when I am well into the second half of my life, what is most important for me is love. Not so plain and not so … Continue reading →
You. In the Enneagram of Personality I score highest on Type 2. That means that my personality is distorted in a particular way to attempt to fill a need I have in myself. That need is to love myself fully … Continue reading →
The essence of truth is excruciatingly exquisite and almost overwhelming. The handful of times when I have been close to this source it was exhilarating, extraordinary and a tiny breath away from the depths of piercing pain. Powerful and painful … Continue reading →
One of my favorite cars was a VW Rabbit I had for many years. I drove it from Erie, Pennsylvania, stuffed full of my belongings and moved to Phoenix, Arizona after I got my Masters degree from Arizona State University. … Continue reading →
photo by Kristen Conway It takes time to settle into a concept for the day. I struggle to choose one word or idea when there are so many possibilities. I wait for the right idea to land deep in my … Continue reading →
To the children of Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School For your courage and unwavering belief that you can change our country, thank you. For your power and commitment, thank you. For your overwhelmingly inspiring presence and determination, thank you. For … Continue reading →
Stand up. Stand tall. Stand strong. Stand on your own two feet for what you believe in. Stand up for what is right. Stand for love. No one falls in love. Love does not make you weak in the knees. … Continue reading →
R is for Resume. Begin again. Pick up where you left off and get moving. Pull your self up by your bootstraps and get going. Let go and move on. Forgive and forget. Get back in the race. Stand up, … Continue reading →
I value questioning, curiosity and skepticism. Following without questioning is like drinking the kool aid. Blind following, not thinking for one’s self and examining alternatives is terrifying and puts me at odds with a significant portion of the population. I … Continue reading →
Cindy Love, my sweet, innocent sister was born 62 years ago today. My Mom said Cindy’s head was unusually small and that she almost died in infancy. She stopped breathing and turned blue. A nurse revived her by rubbing her … Continue reading →
