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A Dream Delayed But Not Discarded
Did I ever tell you about when I first started “working on my book?” It’s a dramedy, that’s for sure. (And air quotes because, at some points, that’s the characterization my effort has deserved.) But, it’s a good story. Pull up a stool and let’s rewind. I’ll give you the…
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Taking Inventory
If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the years, it’s this: Just because we get served a sh*t sandwich doesn’t mean we have to eat it. Nope. Not once we understand that we have choices, anyway. It takes a personal audacity to question, take exception, define and decide all…
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You Asked Me If I Would Be Sad
Annual Mother’s Day treat to myself: the Sunday 8:30 a.m. practice with my beloved teacher Kitty. The room filled with people I know and people I don’t, but they are all friends. The Dalai Lama whispering his prayers. My heart whispering them, too. Kitty’s voice like home, like remembering. She…
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The Books that Changed My Life
I’m asked often about the books that mean most to me. I’ll tell you there are a number of them — each so different — and so it’s hard to whittle down to favorites. (I’ve got the overflowing bookshelves to prove it!) And yet, there is that handful I turn…
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Can Contentment and Dreams Co-Exist? You Bet
Oh my. If you know me even a little bit, you’ll know why this had me BAWLING last night. Dreams balanced with contentment. Knowing exactly what would excite the people she loves. A major dose of encouragement. And all the “WOULDs” that got replaced with “WILLs.” This is a girl…
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When One Door Closes…
A couple years ago, when I wrote here about my divorce, I concluded with the hope — no! proclamation! — that the end of things can lead to beautiful new beginnings. And so it’s been… first, with my Colorado mountain wedding last summer, and now, today, as my remarkable ex-husband…
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Got Your Shit Together? No? Great! Try Yoga
I heard it said recently that you don’t have to have your shit together to go to yoga; instead, you go to yoga to get your shit together. Reminds me of just how scattered my shit was the first time I set foot on a mat. Scene: I was 26 years old….
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Waiting for the Healing to Kick In
Five years ago I stood in this place, about three weeks sober and barely holding my shit together. Why I, as someone newly avoiding alcohol, had agreed to go to Las Vegas is still beyond me. I remember standing there in front of The Bellagio’s famous fountains, oohing and ahhing…
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Do You Need a Sabbath or a Shake-up?
There are the days we struggle just to keep up. There are the days we fall behind. And, then, every once in a while there’s a day when it all lands square, when the light hits bright on the spots desperate for illumination, when the confusing parts finally make sense…
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