Have you seen these words on the back of a car near you? I have. The first time I read them, I laughed out loud. And smiled. Because they're funny. AND true.
As a society, we've been focused on achievements, accomplishments, and bragging rights for a long time now, and it's very freeing to focus on the whole, rather than the perceived best. I've seen more than enough versions of 'Proud Parent of an Honor Student', haven't you?
That's why I love how real those words are, on...
July is a tough month for me. It never used to be. But in July 2012, my son, Connor was killed when a distracted driver ran a red light while Connor was in the crosswalk.
It doesn't matter that it was 9 years ago this month. My body and mind feel it as though it was last week. I expect it always will.
When July approaches, I watch my body recoil and put up buffers, not wanting to be close to comfortable and supposed certainly. It stays awake more. It keeps itself on the edge like a...
And just like that, it’s summer. And with vaccines #1 and #2 rolling along, it feels like a completely different summer than last year, doesn’t it?
Warm weather, slowing down, time with friends and family - whatever you look forward to in the summer - knowing the astrological energetics and influence can give you a head’s up so you’re swimming *with* the current, not against it. Always a good thing.
That’s why I had my seasonal conversation...
It's been very quiet in my neck of the woods. Oh sure, I talk to a lot of people in a day - by phone, through text and email, on Zoom.
I channel a lot of messages for those in the MasterCourse Collective and those who've signed up for an All Access Pass.
And I water a lot of plants - the greenhouse is thriving and my gardens are bursting.
But in between those things, it's been pretty quiet.
I post at least a few times a day, every day, on Instagram. I express the universal...
I woke up this morning and realized that for 2 nights in a row, my cat, Romeo, hadn't needed me at all in the night. That's highly unusual. As in, never happens.
At almost 16 years old, Romeo has advanced feline cognitive dysfunction. That means he forgets where he is, forgets the order of things, even forgets what's in front of him. Like food.
So like a newborn baby, he intermittently wails throughout the day and night. He's not in pain; he's just lost sometimes. And so I make...
I’ve never washed my own car. That’s not a brag or a boast. It’s an admission that I’ve always had men in my life whose love language included being of service.
I got my first car when I was 28. The same time I got my first husband.
Wait, that didn't sound right. Let me try that again.
I bought my first car the same year I got married. Whew. Better.
My (first) husband had a Sunday morning ritual of washing our cars. Worked for me.
When I left him (nothing to do with...
Mother’s Day is such a complicated day in both my professional and personal life. As I'm sure it is for many.
It depends on a lot of things.
And that's just the tip of the iceberg.
No matter how you sit with it, Mother's Day is certainly not...
Is it too early to start planting herbs?
My greenhouse is warm and I'm itching to put some rosemary and mint in clay pots. I want to dig in the dirt and plant a fresh clump of chives front and centre.
I have a favourite pot for my oregano, my basil, and most especially my sage.
When my son Connor was about three, he loved to plant herbs with me. And then one day he told me that someone else was coming. I assumed he meant a baby, because he told me this someone’s name was Sage.
I...
I'm getting my first shot tomorrow morning.
Every second client I've had in the last few months wants to talk about the COVID vaccines. They have questions, concerns, opinions. And they always ask me what I'm gonna do.
I have some clients who don't think about it and will happily stick out their bare arm to be poked as soon as they can.
I have other clients who will never ever allow themselves to be vaccinated.
And then I have the clients (and friends and...
It's Monday. Doesn't feel like it, but there you go. In fact, most days haven't been feeling like they 'normally' would.
Last week it wasn't until 4 pm that I finally realized it was Saturday. I'd been operating as though it was a Wednesday. Not that there's much difference in days of the week for me, but still, it's a mind snap.
In the last 2 ½ weeks, I've written three separate emails to you. Three. And I deleted each one. Which explains why you never got them.
Each one was...
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