He lashed out at me over something silly, a granola bar. He screamed and kicked and said really horrible things to me. His words took my breath away and I walked away for a minute to inhale. Moments later, I walked back in and sat down low, near but not too close. And I waited.… Continue reading Does She Miss Me?
A few weeks ago my friend Paula and I began a conversation about what it would like for us to partner together to continue the great healing work of “Crazy Good Grief.” Conversations led into brainstorming led into a collaboration of hearts. So here we are, and I’m not gonna lie, I have a few… Continue reading Inspired Healing: new steps for me
Dear Woman: Mother, Sister, Daughter, Friend, Today I saw you. As I played in the pool with my children and my grandchild, I saw you. I saw you in all of your beautiful shapes and sizes. I saw you with your curves and your cleavage, your scars and your cellulite, muscles toned and skin stretched… Continue reading Dear Woman, I saw you…
“Two steps forward,” I’ve been thinking about since my Skype date yesterday with my friend Paula Stephens. She shared with me that a mentor of hers reminded her that we are most effective in helping the people around us if we are only two steps ahead of them. Just two steps, that’s all it… Continue reading Two Steps Forward
On June 12th, we woke up to the news of the deadliest mass shooting by a single gunman and the deadliest mass violence against the LGBT community in our county’s history. I spent the 15 minute drive to church that day writing this post: My friend, I’m sorry for the times you weren’t fully loved… Continue reading Orlando
Completely out of context, but because this chorus is in my heart today, allow me to quote the Supremes: . “Stop! In the name of love Before you break my heart Stop! In the name of love Before you break my heart Think it over Think it over” . My heart is a hot mess,… Continue reading STOP the Shame/Blame Game
My friend, I’m sorry for the times you weren’t fully loved and accepted for the utter beauty that is your life. I’m sorry for the times that the “love” extended to you had an “if” attached to it. The times that a plan for fixing you was cloaked in an artificial love like saccharine. I’m… Continue reading My Heart Beats