The ABC’s of Vulnerable

The ABC’s of Vulnerable

When we are being vulnerable, does it really mean we are open to being hurt, attacked, and abused? Or does vulnerability actually mean we are strong enough to let down our guard and just be who we are, without fear? I suppose it’s both.   It’s really just a shift in...
Moments of Vulnerability

Moments of Vulnerability

Exposure When I first moved to New York as a young actress, I was offered a job understudying a Broadway diva for a production in Washington, D.C.  I was thrilled and intimidated.  I was comforted when I met her on the first day and she reassured me that she never...
Small Things Big Joy

Small Things Big Joy

On the theme of joy this month,  guest contributor Cheryl Farrell writes about  how a small word delivers big things in life.  Journals Over Time I have been writing in a journal since I was a pre-teen. In those early years, it was called my diary. The palm-sized book...
You Can Hear The Difference

You Can Hear The Difference

When people in California hear that I was born in Nebraska, they assume I was raised on a farm, with cornstalks, cows and rolling plains.  But as Eva Gabor once said, “I get allergic smelling hay.”  I have rarely been on a farm; I grew up in Omaha, a city of 400,000...
Small Nurturing Acts

Small Nurturing Acts

Listen Yesterday I spoke with my friend whose son is in Afghanistan.  He is in the Army and he is among the last troops to be there.  The situation is fluid, tense, uncertain.  It is transitional, to put it delicately.  He is her beloved only son.  As a fellow...
The Benefits Of Crying

The Benefits Of Crying

When Doves Cry There are so many things that we can do for our daily wellness.  There’s dry brushing, drinking green juice, meditating, connecting with nature, journaling, and of course working out and stretching.  But, what about crying?  When was the last time you...
Hope In Brooklyn

Hope In Brooklyn

One Year Ago – 2020 On our final night in Brooklyn a year ago, my husband and I took a walk on Court Street.  We headed through Boerum Hill, Cobble Hill and Carroll Gardens to our favorite pizza joint.  It was grey and rainy.  A fine mist fell over everything as...
Four Connections Close to My Heart

Four Connections Close to My Heart

Connecting Through Cleaning My Grandma Alta and I connected through cleaning. She was a tall, thin woman whose Norwegian ancestors had made a place for themselves toiling in the fields of eastern Nebraska. She lived in Omaha in a small, eternally neat apartment when I...

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