In this Month of Valentines, I thought it would be fun to tell the story of the first time I met my boyfriend/husband and invite him to share his side of the story. Please welcome my guest blogger, BF.

In this Month of Valentines, I thought it would be fun to tell the story of the first time I met my boyfriend/husband and invite him to share his side of the story. Please welcome my guest blogger, BF.
It's been awhile, but today, I took my first step to writing here again--sitting my butt in a...
Things are blooming and ripening and coming out of their shells. For me, this Spring is about so...
Most mornings, I cross the four lanes of Venice Avenue to walk the generous loop of a neighborhood...
New Year's Day did not disappoint. It was everything I would have designed for myself. Maybe...
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For years, my numerologist has been telling me to stop bossing God. You know, turn it over to the...
BF and I were reading our morning devotional and a word popped out at me, "harmony." I jotted it...
The Universe is guiding me on an incredible adventure: my Plan B. I write here to share bits of my Odyssey, hopefully to inspire, encourage, or extend the virtual hand of friendship.
When I quit teaching in 2014, I could never have imagined the growth I would experience through travel, writing, reading, therapy, and introspection.
I believe human connection and compassion will go a long way toward our healing, and the best way to connect and feel compassion for one another is through the sharing of our stories.
Thank you for joining me here. I appreciate you and may we grow together.