Humor, Oh Humor...Where Art Thou?
More snow is predicted for Sunday. Seriously? It’s Friday. And the headlines read like a weather roulette wheel: Maybe a flake. Maybe more. Rain, turning to snow. How much? Nobody knows. It could be one flake or an avalanche. Anybody's guess. Literally. It would be funny if it didn’t feel like everything else. Because it’s not just the weather. It's grandmothers stolen from their beds in the middle of the night. An arrest overseas while we politely ignore corruption at home.
With Love, Me.
I didn’t always understand what self-love really meant. For most of my life, I thought love was something you earned - through productivity, through proving, through showing up for everyone else first. I thought love was something that came from the outside in . From relationships. From validation. From being chosen. After all, that's what I was taught as a child being raised by a narcissistic mother. I believed I had to earn love. It wasn't until Jon and I met that either of
The Beautiful Ugly Cry
Some weeks don’t just feel heavy. They feel jolting. This past week has been one of those weeks for me. I've experienced the weight of our broken world, some health issues I wasn't expecting but must face, and the impact of a fall on ice that just made everything worse. And that's just a few highlights. It doesn't include the "little" things that fall to the bottom of the pile but add significantly to the heap. It's been one of those months the last few days. I won’t pretend
