Unplugged: Tuning out to tune in

“Quiet! I can’t hear myself think.” That used to be a phrase for people: a teacher with her students; a parent with children gabbing away. But not anymore. In my workbag I carry my laptop, a tablet, and my cellphone – each with their own responsibilities. My cell is not only for calls and texts,…

Loving me because I’m worth it

My adopted  mother used to say that I did things backwards. For the life of me I can’t recall what she was referring to at the time (that was about 40 years ago and could have been a number of things). But for most of my 20’s, 30’s and a good portion of my 40’s,…

Save money: Limit worktime expenses

  There are some actions I perform in my life that, in the past, I haven’t allowed much brain time. If it’s something Ifeel I  need to do, I just do it. Like spending money on a Lyft ride to work when it’s freezing cold outside. (I DESPISE the cold weather) I spend part of…

Are you living your best life; or playing it safe?

It’s a question I’ve been asking myself a lot lately,  particularly about my career choice as a nursing assistant. I’ve always believed that I belonged in a helping career. Years ago, in high school, becoming a social worker was my chosen path but then life took me down another path – a couple of them…

Finding me: Bored no more

What do you do when you’re bored? I tried to answer that question and I couldn’t. I think a better question for me would be, “Are you ever bored?” I used to be. In my teens if I wasn’t out riding my bike or hanging out with a few friends, I’d sit on my parents’…

I laugh, you laugh, we laugh – we live

I can always find something to giggle about. Like my client’s calm observance that one of her husband’s caregivers had dressed him in a female sweater, complete with gleaming, gold buttons. Or the memory of my father’s face when during a reverse driving lesson, I accelerated too hard backing the car down the driveway, and …

Creative expression: Find your inner you

“I am NOT putting that in your hair,” is the first statement that flew out of my mouth when my 12-year-old granddaughter Angel pointed to the blue-colored extensions she wanted me to crochet into her hair. I relented when she explained that she didn’t want a blue head, just streaked through. Whew! But, as I…

Welcome home! Please don’t unpack!

When the bird needs the nest again, does it ever work? Is there ever a time when the parent of an adult individual (I have a hard time saying “adult child”) invites said individual back home to regroup, and they don’t end up needing therapy? I’m asking about any parent-son or parent-daughter relationship, but specifically…

No-Tech Weekends at Nana’s

At first,  I felt guilty when I made the rule.  In a minute you’ll probably wonder why a grown woman would feel guilty about a household rule for her grandchildren. Especially since I was raised the old school way where what the adult said goes … period. But after raising three daughters the old school…