I begrudgingly began the task of cleaning late Friday afternoon. It seemed an unfair use of my PTO time, but a necessary evil. The dairy...

Near the end of 2021, I found myself in the throes of a very unsettled energy. I wasn’t crying uncontrollably and struggling to get out...

Somewhere, someone was possibly losing their chance to plant their fruit trees or raise goats. To host retreats to empower women. To hug...

I know myself well enough now to recognize my own energetic seasons too. A gift of the awareness that came...

Last weekend, my husband and I watched a movie that turned my stomach. For most people, it was probably just two hours of entertainment....

It has been a tough thing to wrestle with for a lot of reasons, not the least of which is the inability to hug him and his wife...

It will fall on a Saturday next year and I will be equally ecstatic, even though in my mind, every day should be kindness day...

I’m so much more accepting of low return activities these days. Gone are the days where everything I did only served to get me ahead in life

My clients weren't just going to get some rinky-dink ears, they were getting the whole enchilada!

I’m not naive enough to think that there will be an end to “good vs evil”, but I am committed to changing the tide.

I send out healing, like a beacon of joy to all those in its path...

I hold my role of volunteer in high regard. I am far more than a delivery person, I am a welfare check.

I know from my own experience, however, that asking anyone to let go of their default coping mechanism is actually the tallest of orders.

I don’t regret any activities I was involved in through the years; I only regret that I pursued most of them in the interest of self-worth.

I had a real 'ah-ha' moment during my weekly Meals on Wheels volunteer route this week. I was listening to Elizabeth Gilbert’s “Big Magic”..

It doesn’t mean I don’t miss hugging as a form of greeting. It doesn’t mean I don’t miss lunch dates for long overdue catch-up sessions...

This past week marked my two year anniversary volunteering for Meals on Wheels. I was reminded through social media...

it was only by peering at images on a screen that I could take myself back to my last Carlsbad sunset or my walk along the Atlantic...

My intention for this week was HONOR, and it showed up in ways I never expected.

Armed with a self-centered brain and a delicate heart, my attempts to orchestrate everything in my world to fit my own needs often failed...