Dear Readers, For 10 years, starting in 2008, I blogged nearly every week. I kept at it because writing to you transformed my life. You showed up and let me babble until I could see the past and present more clearly. Then in 2018, I disappeared from this space. My last post was about the need to recover from childhood …
What my inner child wants: let me out!
Eighteen months ago, I wrote a letter to my inner child. Come into my life more, I said. Well, she took up the invitation. Now, she wants to take over. She says it’s time to heal the early years and fully rebirth myself. <Gulp.> Anyways, here she is. See what what you think. Hey Betty, Congrats on the life changes. …
Celebrating Year Of The Dog with my pit bull
Back in November, I adopted a needy, three-year-old pittie from a rescue group. Poor thing had terrible skin allergies. He thought that going for a walk meant lunging and barking at everything that moved. But when I heard he was good with cats, I took him in — and, found out he was terrible with cats! Even so, I’m celebrating …
Mommy makeover: what was, what’s new, what’s now
Last fall was so crazy that I just stopped blogging. All I did was work. Which left me exhausted. Then, I reflected on my life by looking at three categories: what was, what’s new, what’s now. And then, I saw the hole in my heart, the truth: I was an empty-nesting mom in transition. Oh, it’s hard to stop being …
Why immigrants are 100% American
Americans are so confused about what it means to be an immigrant. Really, I can’t take it anymore. That’s why I’m here to say that immigrants are 100% American! We must talk about this — because even immigrants are unsure of their true identity. The other day, I was in a store and got into a random chat with two …
What I learned from a year of celibacy
Okay. I just need to write this post and be done with it. You might remember that last September, I vowed to devote myself to — well, to me. I promised to do this for 12 months. Now it’s time to share what I learned from a year of celibacy. Oh, how I do NOT want to be blogging about …