The Perfect Gift
I’m not sure how she did it but my mom always gave the perfect gifts, especially at Christmas time. Mom had this uncanny intuition. She would shop for hours, going…
The Aftermath of Grief
It was during the grieving process that I learned how to take care of myself. It became a matter of survival. I’m a people-pleaser by nature, but here’s what I…
Find Your Inner Zena, Warrior Princess
Yesterday was one of reasserting myself. It reminds me of the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day in 5th grade. A classmate named Cheryl kept trying to pick a…