Quiet time: Enjoying the silence

This morning I needed a quiet space. I was sick of the movies in my Amazon Video list, sick of the movies in my DVD collection, sick of the gospel and R&B music on my Spotify playlist and sick of the same in my CD collection. Not that I won’t ever watch or listen to…

Stressed? Zentangle your life

Well, here we are in 2018! If you’re reading this post, you made it to another year; another chance at new opportunities; another opportunity to begin your life again. Whatever was in 2017 is now your past, my past, our past. And to begin my year, I’m expanding on a creative endeavor that I discovered…

Water intake-tracking apps? I’ll take that!

Sometimes I have my issues with technology. I worry that it will keep the nation as a whole physically unhealthy – making it too easy to just push a button instead of getting off our butts, even while it’s increasing the ease with which we handle our daily affairs. HOWEVER … This app that I…

Dot mandalas: Peaceful journey

When I first saw pictures of dot mandalas, they were painted onto rocks. I was looking for interesting groups on Facebook, and ran across this one: Rock Painting Ideas and Resources where many “rockers” created “rock mandalas.” If you haven’t heard of rock painting and hiding the rocks in the community, you should check out…

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…

Cancer scare: Laughter after the lump

When I woke up giggling in the brightly lit hospital room, surrounded by a surgical staff, I had good reason to be happy though I didn’t know it yet. Just days before, I’d discovered a lump in my breast while performing a self-breast exam after my shower. I didn’t know all these signs of breast…