Another dreaded day. I remember it well. I woke up with a defeated feeling in my heart. The same way I woke up on the morning of my bilateral mastectomy, the morning my port
Chemotherapy. Like any other word, will mean something different to each person. To the patient. The caregiver. The close family and friends. The distant ones. The doctors and nurses. The receptionists checking in the
We often don’t give credit to our feelings and what they can teach us. Using feeling words, describe a time or experience of transformation in your life. Life offers lessons for each of us. What would
Did you s l o w d o w n at all today? Or did you keep moving f-a-s-t- – -> from one thing to another? If you did slow down and stop, what part(s) of your day did you intentionally choose to?
Am I really living changed? I had a moment this morning when I thought, “wait…am I actually living a life that reflects what I keep writing about?” I write often about ‘being where your
*Now, before you totally cancel me for saying that (because it’s weird, I know), I want to explain. First, I tend to say things that some people won’t say, can’t admit or simply don’t