Month: June 2017

Acceptance, Faith, Intimacy, Musings, Self-Love

Mindful Parenting

Were my parents horrible?  We were a horrible fit. Being less sensitive, more concerned with pleasing them may have helped. Instead, I sought gracelessly, if not pathetically, a quiet gentle place, low sensory input food and comfort, in massive quantities, along with compassion, and nurturing from those responsible for me. And, overall, it was an …

Acceptance, Faith, humor, Intimacy, Musings, Self-Love

PSA–Match.com Works When You are Honest

The right one will know all of your weaknesses and never use them against you. I have been meaning to share this experience now, for a while.   Not only because of the immense pleasure it gives me but because I feel it might be of service to anyone still looking for authentic connection online. In …

Acceptance, Faith, Intimacy, Musings, Self-Love

Destroying Others is Monstrous Behavior

As I plan my son’s birthday celebration, I cannot help but relive the pain of him calling me last year on his way home from a dinner hosted by my sister that included my ex husband, his sister (with whom there existed no historical relationship between my sister and them) and my children and nieces …

Acceptance, Faith, Intimacy, Musings, Self-Love

Fathers Day Feelings

“Special Days” can be difficult. Today, while sweet Greg is out riding, for exercise, I am reaching out to survivors of abuse, anyone in recovery, and my fellow introverts. You are my people, my tribe and Special Days can be grim for US. A lil vexed, as my sister continues to establish and nurture relations with …

Acceptance, Faith, humor, Intimacy, Self-Love

To Thine Own Self Be True

So, over lunch, I conducted a survey on my sons and their friends, a highly evolved bunch….of course. I asked: “If you were at school and there were only two plates being served for lunch:  1) highly popular but not what you like and  2) an offering of something far less popular, maybe even unusual …

Acceptance, Faith, Intimacy, Musings, Self-Love

I know what I Bring to the Table

I know what I bring to the table.  So, trust me when I say: I am not afraid to eat alone.  Sitting at a well set table positioned precariously atop decades of eggshells (unresolved issues) is something I do not choose.  Submitting myself to that energy renders me physically and mentally unwell. Gathering for meals …