My Third Life

Carrying around a dead horse can be exhausting. Truth is I didn’t know it, but hey, as smart as I think I am, I’m also

Eating ice cream for breakfast? my dreams spreading like a plague infecting each night never ending nightmares I awake each morning more  exhausted than the

He walked in the door with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Having never bought flowers for me ever, I was equally surprised and suspicious. “What’s

 these flowers lovingly purchased by me, for me an intimacy I long for and deserve say it with flowers .. and why not? a weekly

What if? What if all this craziness, with the lockdowns, isolation, shortages of sanitation and baking products (weird combo, right?) and the recent draconian travel

SLASH AND BURN.. “I’m back” I breathed a sigh of relief and sent up a silent thank you to that metaphysical being from above, you

“How does it feel to show up for yourself in this way”.. reads my email from Adriane, my yoga teacher. I signed up with her

  AM I OK? So this happened yesterday: I read a Facebook post by someone I admire very much. This was the second time it