It was my father who encouraged me to “write about it” when he gave me that first pink and turquoise diary when I was 10 years old. You know the kind, the ones with a little lock and key that hold a young girl’s many secrets. Diaries were simpler then…
Read MoreEver since I was a young girl, I’ve journaled. At eight and nine years old, it was a pretty pink diary with a lock and key that I would fill with my thoughts and poems and then replace with a new diary when it became full…
Read MoreWhen was the last time you wrote yourself a love letter? When was the last time you lovingly looked upon yourself in a mirror and spoke positively to yourself? For some, the answer could be as recent as this morning. For many women over 60…
Read MoreDo you keep a journal? People journal for many reasons: to organise themselves, to process ideas and reflect upon their life, to keep a record of travels and activities, or to enhance their wellbeing…
Read MoreI love a good challenge. What about you? Whenever I read about some study that has been done, and the researchers show results in a month or less; then that makes me feel like I want to take on the challenge. For example, I just recently tried…
Read MoreEstrangement is the widespread condition where one family member intentionally cuts off from one or more family members. Estrangement hits 27 percent of the United States’ population. Estranged individuals and those that choose…
Read MoreMany senior women tend to feel a little sad at this time of year as the holidays approach. They might feel disconnected or far from their families, either because of location or because loved ones have passed away…
Read MoreEstrangement from an adult child is an emotional and/or physical distance that is emotionally troublesome for all involved. The complicated nature of the process and elements of estrangement are as varied as the individual stories…
Read MoreAs he leaned against the door of a New York City subway train, my adult son fainted. Like a giant redwood tree, he toppled over, his head crashing against the edge of a hard plastic seat. Out cold, he lay on the filthy floor, blood gushing from his eye…
Read MoreCurled up in my cozy nest with only the glow of the screen illuminating the world before dawn, I write, I read, I understand. The words flow from my fingertips and my mind grasps what was previously unknown. Mornings are for writing…
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