As a child, fear of the dark is a widely accepted normalcy of urchin development. A seeming right of passage, one could say. We, adults, generally assuage this unease by turning on a night light, or leaving the door open just a bit. All of this angst is considered age appropriate. Which is why at... Continue Reading →
There's this dream that I have... I'm in a hallway, at the end of this baron corridor there is an unremarkable door lurking ajar. I know that I am supposed to go there, so on I walk, but something in me does not want to. There's an ominous foreboding clinging to my bones, but I... Continue Reading →
This afternoon, around lunch time, I had the pleasure of stopping in for a bite at the Cactus Club on Banks Rd. Upon entry my eyes were greeted with sleek, elegant decor, where modern, impressionistic wall-art meets with stylish stone features and wooden accents. A subtle croon of upbeat jazz danced throughout the place. Of... Continue Reading →
"And that's exactly what I will do for the remainder of this week — my best — my best to push out the negative, invite the supportive, the warmth and compassion of love from others and self. "
Today, today I find myself standing beneath the drench of a falling sky... no concern for the chill entering my bones. I believe it was Mr. Cash that once crooned, "that old familiar sting..."
Being sick sucks. Being sick sucks more if you have post traumatic stress disorder. PTSD makes it nearly impossible to be kind to oneself and easy to slip into a negative feedback loop of self-talk. Today we talk about how mindfulness can help PTSD and chronic illness, handling negative self-talk around illness, sickness and negative... Continue Reading →
There is a place that exists where beauty stands unblemished amidst the sands of time. A place that storybooks dream of. It rests unassuming next to the calm of a lake. The blades of grass flirt in a playful ‘pas de deux’ with the rolling shallows. Unless you mean to go there, you might never... Continue Reading →
When I was fourteen years old, I ran from the cops. I wasn't in trouble and I hadn't done anything wrong. So, why was I running, you may be asking...? Well, to answer that I have to provide you with a little bit of back story; when I was fourteen, I was a little shit!... Continue Reading →
New York and all of its concrete appendages have gone through numerous transformations over the years. When it was my turn to immerse myself within the sprawling tapestry of old meets new, the city was a healthy mix of creativity and affluence. The streets were safe and each borough held within it a tourist destination... Continue Reading →
I thought of you today… one of those "need mom" kind of moments. Sometimes it still seems so surreal to know that with permanence you are well and truly gone. It doesn't seem to fit within what makes sense. It's weird waking up in a world without you. I know and comprehend all the niceties... Continue Reading →