As with so much else in our society, one’s sense of worth is derived from without, rather than from within. We often find ourselves defined by what we do and what we have, not who we are at the core of our being. I suspect this is a source of much pain for so many … Continue reading more than meets the eye
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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
First thing that popped up after turning on my computer this morning and connecting with my mail: "The identity of smtp.donnacerame.com cannot be identified" I laughed out loud. It's official. I am a currently under construction; a work in progress. Identification is not possible. And by the looks of it -- I always was, and … Continue reading the obvious
Getting ready for a crazy busy day that includes errands, I actually stopped for a minute to consider applying makeup… just a touch up… to even out my skin tone. You see, a few blotches appeared seemingly overnight and one of my errands today involves getting my hair cut and colored. I’m still on the … Continue reading yup ,that’s me in a bathing suit…
My husband, who knows me for 30+ years, tells me every so often that I think about things a lot.... He's told me that I make connections that most people don't. I used to take this as a criticism, believing there was something wrong with me. This was my perception, not his. So it comes as no surprise that … Continue reading pressing issues
A week ago I planned full immersion in writing my story. I was going to ride the energy of National Novel Writing Month, which has been building a pretty powerful morphic field since its founding in 2005. (For more about morphic fields, check out the link below.) I’ve been creating shifts for myself and others … Continue reading just me
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
Donna Cerame 