The term "empath" may be familiar to you in reference to the Myers-Briggs scale, indicating someone who is intuitive or feels things. However, if you're an empath, it's likely that you already know it. I was an empath even as a small child but didn't know it for many years because I wasn't conscious of… Continue reading The Problem With Compassionate Empaths
Shame and guilt are two emotions that occur together often. They both stem from our sense of right or wrong, but they come at it differently. Shame is about what we think other people might think of us; guilt is more about hurting ourselves. When you feel ashamed it's usually because you're thinking of what… Continue reading Embracing Vulnerability
They say not to judge a book by its cover but I need you to do just that. If you liked the cover of my book, Living Without Skin: Everything I Never Knew About Fierce Vulnerability, please vote for it for the Cover of the Month contest on AllAuthor.com! I’m getting closer to clinch the "Cover… Continue reading Vote for my cover!
Living Without Skin: Everything I Never Knew About Fierce Vulnerability is finally here! Click on Buy the Book in the banner above to get your copy today, or find it anywhere books are sold! Feeling vulnerable is frightening.Being fiercely vulnerable is phenomenal. Most of us spend a lifetime trying to avoid pain and insecurity while… Continue reading The Book Is Here!
It seems as good a time as any to check back in here, especially since my last post was in November, 2020. I feel pretty confident that none of us were sad to see THAT year go. As we came through the beginning of 2021, it appears many of us were just trying to find… Continue reading A Little More Haphazard Blogging
Dear Daughter, Today is the day that we begin the work of building this country for you. I’m sorry that you spent four years watching adults tear each other apart, and feeling confused and frightened about your country. I’m sorry that you experienced a pandemic that was handled incompetently by those trusted to protect you.… Continue reading My Daughter’s Country
The year of ripping, of goodbye, death, of the word “cruel” and being able to say “you are not who I thought you were”, the year of sickness, when the whole world stopped. The year I broke open, and my guts spilled out onto the paper, into the earth, when I learned that spirit is… Continue reading Rip
I brought the roses to her from Memphis on Tuesday. She couldn’t smell them so I rubbed one of the blooms across her cheek so she could feel how silky it was. They are so beautiful in the vase sitting across from her bed. This morning when I awoke to go into the kitchen, I… Continue reading Myrtle Irby, My Grand, The Great
This tiny little bird is going to gather a few more stories here with us before she flies. I’m not sure why that’s surprising. After all, she parented two small boys singly after their father was killed. She put herself through nursing school when women didn’t really take on careers like that. She married again… Continue reading She’s Not Flying Yet
A decade ago, starting life over. Love, work, school, life. The culmination of a few years of darkness. Painfully shedding the self I had known for 40 years. Moving, kicking and screaming, into the unknown ahead. Midway to end, learning, growing. screaming, learning. Graduating, working, parenting, travelling, learning. New friends, new family, a soul mutt,… Continue reading Reflections