con game

In my previous post, I referred to “the Voice”, the whispered wisdom that I hear in the deepest recesses of my mind, distinguishable from all other thoughts, each with their own personalities. The Voice has been my inner navigation system — my GPS, if you will. But I’m not going to talk about “the Voice” … Continue reading con game

seven days

Cesca has shared with me a BuzzFeed video blog that she found on FaceBook of a young woman who went for a week without make up. I watched it with interest, having had many similar experiences. I even laughed out loud when a co-worker who remarked at her looking tired since that is what I've … Continue reading seven days

just me

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

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

something about mary

Sunday afternoons the six of us piled into Dad’s station wagon and drove to Uncle Rick and Aunt Mary’s house. It wasn’t a long drive but everything we had to do before we went there, made is seem so. First, there was church. Dad didn’t go - he was ‘done’ with priests after a falling … Continue reading something about mary

silence of the lamb

When children share secrets, there's a bit of intrigue mixed with excitement. A bond is formed between those ‘in’ on information meant for no one else. A child feels trusted … special ... chosen. When adults share secrets with children, it often has the same effect, but with the weight of burden. This weight of ‘keeping’ … Continue reading silence of the lamb

marathon (wo)man

Wow. That’s it. Just ‘wow’. See, here’s the thing, and it’s something I’ve come to terms with myself with a long time ago: I am a sprinter, not a marathon runner. Regardless of the arena I find myself in, corporate world or home, I work best with focused intense efforts under short deadlines, rather than … Continue reading marathon (wo)man