Category: family

celebration, choices, confidence, conscious living, different, endurance, family, fears, gratitude, inspiration, judgment, make up, masks, noticing, self worth, vulnerability, writing

boots made for walkin

As this year’s National Blog Post Month draws to its close today, I am thrilled to claim my newly earned status. Not only have I successfully completed the challenge posed by NaBloPoMo, I’ve gone the entire month without putting on one ounce of makeup. I went to business dinners, formal restaurants, a jazz performance, kept … Continue reading boots made for walkin

children, choices, confidence, conscious living, cosmetics, daughters, different, endurance, family, fears, feminism, inspiration, judgment, make up, masks, mothers, self worth, vulnerability

the skin i’m in

As I edged my way towards my teen years, Helen Reddy’s song, “I Am Woman”, was adopted as the anthem of the Women’s Lib movement, catapulting it to  the top of the music charts. This conflagration of events ignited my mother’s rebellion against my father’s restrictions. The irony of my mother's name being 'Helen' here … Continue reading the skin i’m in

celebration, choices, different, family, fears, gratitude, judgment, mirroring, noticing, self worth, vulnerability

matt finish

Much of my reflection during this month has been initiated by my appearance and experiences surrounding how I perceive and am perceived. Tomorrow being Thanksgiving, I’d like to share a difference experience of my reflection. Perhaps it might give us a different lens with which to see those who join us in celebration. Two years … Continue reading matt finish

celebration, choices, conscious living, cosmetics, different, family, happy, inspiration, make up, masks, mothers, natural products, self esteem

back to the earth

I admit to watching some nighttime television. Reruns of Modern Family and Everyone Loves Raymond are my go-to for light-hearted viewing. Because of this it's been difficult lately to not see the new Toyota commercial for Prius… the one that has Jason Mraz and Raining Jane’s ‘Back to the Earth’ intro — you know, the … Continue reading back to the earth

celebration, choices, conscious living, family, gratitude, inspiration, noticing

saving face

Tomorrow night we're heading into BB King’s in NYC to see Len’s cousins perform. It’s a spur of the moment thing as we originally had no plans this weekend. But we’ve caught up with Ray Donovan, our recent Saturday (and Sunday) night obsession and we're short on ideas for what to do. After 30+ years … Continue reading saving face

ancestors, celebration, choices, crochet, daughters, family, grandmother, gratitude, inheritance, inspiration, knitting, lineage, mothers, muse

vested interest

My mother gave me a pink plastic crochet hook and a small ball of white yarn and showed me how to make a chain when I was five years old. This was a much bigger deal for both of us than I realized at the time. Money was very tight on dad’s meager factory worker … Continue reading vested interest

choices, conscious living, different, family, inspiration, Uncategorized, writing

goin the distance

It is my humble opinion that if you’ve taken this challenge,* you have earned the right to call yourself a writer until otherwise noted, which in this case is the thirty days of November. After that, you can regroup and reassess your position and I doubt there would be anyone who would question your reasons. … Continue reading goin the distance

children, choices, conscious living, depression, family, mental illness, shame, vulnerability, writing

from exile to emergence

There were no locks on the interior doors of my childhood home. Our family of six lived in a tiny two-bedroom house on the edge of Brooklyn in what had been a beach community of bungalows until the soldiers returned from WWII to settle down. The only privacy I had in that house full of … Continue reading from exile to emergence

children, choices, conscious living, different, family, fears, mental illness, secrets, vulnerability, writing

don’t sweat it . . .

While this exercise in blogging feels a lot like navel gazing, when I go deeper into it, there is more … so very much more. My ability and willingness to be vulnerable and authentic makes navel gazing seem more acceptable, even if self serving and boring from outwards appearances. Call it what you will — … Continue reading don’t sweat it . . .