In a time when holidays are coming up, I have to ask myself, “why do I try so hard to keep the peace?” Falling on the cross has become a necessary component of keeping those family members who judge unjustly at bay. For me, I have been told I am “weird, emotional, unable to respect,
When you have an extensive network, and you know a lot of people, you feel blessed when you can say you have more than five intimate friends. All my life, people have moved me from one house to another, from one city to another, and from one state to another. Networking became second nature. Last
In writing my character of the latest book, “Provocative Confessions,” I realized that I was trying really hard to explain why my heroine’s confidence was so badly shaken. She has to learn that she’s always had the courage to live the life she wants. Something that oddly my readers have remarked, “she keeps doing over
Did you ever have a moment when you want to sit down and ponder what just happened? How did my teenage or pre-teen daughter get so mean? I know she has real kindness in there? I’ve seen it with me. I felt the hugs. I know the love exists and yet somehow when this beautiful
You know I ask myself all the time, “you have a 154 IQ and for some reason you can’t seem to make sense of why children don’t obey the rules?” I don’t come by this conundrum because I don’t understand that children lie; I come to it at the end of a very frustrated trial
Very much like the title says, I have been told I am “epically unfun” by my three teens. When I remind them that the ONLY time I get cross with them is 1. When they do not do what they’re asked, 2. When they lie and tell me they did what was asked, 3. Go
One of the hardest things for me to do is to ask for something for myself because after I ask, I feel selfish. In the era I grew up, women were taught to be “quiet about” the things that they could do better than a man. We were put in our places, told that we
Sometimes I think the hardest thing for me is to wrap my head around the bigger picture of raising these three precious children. One barely 14, one barely 12, and the last barely 11. There are therapy sessions that asked us to complete homework such as listing glad, sad, and mad moments throughout the week.
Making a change takes courage.
Today I told someone I am about as transparent as I can be. I thought I was! I tell people about my life-my circumstances-my choices all the time. What was pointed out to me, was that it seemed, “unbelievable.” The person to whom I was vocalizing my past in an almost chronological newsworthy kind of