The Care and Keeping of Our Mothers

We see it every day, women juggling family, career and home. There are many labels and titles that describe those plates that are kept spinning: wife, mother, friend, sister, vice-president of marketing, cashier, health care working, neighbor, etc.Women often struggle...

Trust – The Dance of Betrayal

For years I have said “I have trust issues” and believe me, I do. I suspect that many of you might be nodding your head and saying, me too.During a recent unexpected opportunity to enter the vulnerability arena I realized, as the tears wet my lashes, that this time...

Listen up mean girls

I’ve got your number and I know where you live!Your behavior makes me sick!  I can’t believe that you could do this. I know where you live, I know your parents and I have access to all of your social media accounts. You can’t hide from me anymore, I am calling you out...

Karmic Compost

We have all heard statements that sound something like this:  “No need for revenge, karma will get ‘em.”  “Karma is a bitch isn’t it?”Or the one that really catches my attention – “Karma, you know she is coming; you just don’t know when or what she is serving up.”I...

Kerflooey – Bouncing Bumbles

Winter in the Northeast can be persnickety. A mild Fall and a near flakeless ending to 2015 fostered confidence in an uninterrupted jam-packed January itinerary.  I was really rooting for Mother Nature to pick the Heat Miser brother as her favorite for January. But...

Oatmeal Resolution

As the New Year rolled in, I chose not to make resolutions nor embark on the guilt-laden journey of unrealized goals. We took a very relaxed approach to the holiday season and I finally embraced the possibility of pajama day.I remember as a child being told that you...

Tis the Season to Opt Out – Fa La La La

It has been a busy few weeks and the scene looks pretty much the same until early January for most of us. The flurry of festivities this time of year is an astounding phenomenon.It begins with a day that we gorge ourselves on food and ends in a hung over state as the...

Brushing the Striped Pi

Some days it is all I can do to tame the urge to scream, other days, there is no struggle - it just rolls out. Today the tiger was neurotically pacing inside the cage of my being. I can only surmise that this behavior was promoted by the recent curiosity surrounding...

Dispassionate Yogastric Flow

Many of you may know that I facilitate a monthly meeting intended to help those with chronic pain learn about the complementary healing arts and how they may help on the path of recovery. Beyond Chronic Pain: An Invitation to Heal meets the third Wednesday of each...

24,703,200 Minutes in the Midst of Heroes

I was recently given a survey to complete for an article and one of the questions was “Who are your real life heroes?”. Without pause, I replied ‘my parents’. Like every other family out there, we have our share of adventures.The thing is, these two amazing people...

Tip of the Angry Grilled Iceberg

I recently found myself in the parking lot of a diner with steam rolling from my ears and my fuse burning dangerously close to the powder keg labeled “boundaries”. After a few hundred miles of travel and meeting some amazing folks in Virginia, I stopped for a bite to...

Muddy Paw Troll

Last Thursday was full of prickly energy – Mercury retrograde snuck up on me. I don’t usually have the significant electronic or communication challenges that this event brings about for others. However, I am keenly aware of the energetic shift, especially for those...

Urgent, Migrating Geese and Eddie

It never ceases to amaze me that I can’t remember to take the trash out on Tuesday but let just five notes of most any 80’s song trickle through the radio and I can magically recall the lyrics and where I was in life when it was playing. This time it was Foreigner’s...