Just one more Day

Can't I have just one more day? One more day of hearing you telling me about our ancestors and explaining how important it is to remember them. And now you're there with them on the other side of that veil. One more day of you explaining to me how to hold ...

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#MyNOstory -How to Be a Rape Survivor in Today’s world

When I was born I had a powerful NO! When I learned to walk it was more so. My poor mother tried to hold me back with tying me into my crib, hooking me onto a leash when we went places and putting me in screened in porches so I couldn’t ...

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27
Sep

Just another day on the train

Yesterday early morning, I walked to the station and all my neighbors roses were suddenly in bloom. They sit about waist high next to the sidewalk… all in pinks and yellows. What a pleasant surprise. “Good morning to ...

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17
Jun

Patterns

Diving into possibilities and opening up can lead you to interesting places. A few weeks ago, I drove up to Portland Maine area to see my dear friend, Robin Morin for a healing session at her office. She said she had learned a new healing ...

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11
Mar

Christmas Magic

As adults we get so wrapped up in our daily grinds and routines. The stresses of adulthood… paying bills, fixing cars, getting the kids to school, staying healthy…you name it– so much stress. And when the holidays come round it ...

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24
Dec

Reflections

Celebrating another 365 days around the sun.  Why is it that Birthdays cause us to pause and reflect on our lives? It’s as if suddenly we have to figure everything out that we hadn’t done before… each year as we get older, we ...

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11
Dec

Just one more Day

Can’t I have just one more day? One more day of hearing you telling me about our ancestors and explaining how important it is to remember them. And now you’re there with them on the other side of that veil. One more day of you ...

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22
Oct

Looking back, to move forward

Two years ago on a rainy night, I felt my father’s last tight squeeze and last kiss. I remember I tilted my face to catch the kiss so it wouldn’t rub my cheek. I didn’t want his cologne to get on me because I knew I’d ...

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12
Oct

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5
Oct

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