Are you a sucker for a dare or a challenge? I wish that I could answer “no” to that question,…
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Chaotic Musings: Holiday Edition
Chaos is a funny thing. Sometimes it overwhelms me. The cacophony consumes me. Other times, it swirls about me perfectly…
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No More Carbs in Heaven
Time flies . . . especially when things are ordinary. This time last year started out pretty ordinary. Monday just…
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How to Fill the Empty Seat at the Thanksgiving Table
When tragedy strikes, it becomes a line of demarcation. Like the rings in the trunk of a tree, each misfortune…
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When you’ve lost so much – how do you manage to be grateful?
My daddy was an ironic mash-up of 70’s flower child and Sicilian Catholic. In the 70’s and 80’s he had an annoying habit of preaching the gospel of “PMA.” For those of you who might have been subjected to this particular brand of torture in your own lives, you will recognize “PMA” as standing for “Positive Mental Attitude.” For every negative comment that Daddy caught us uttering, he would literally make us repeat the opposing positive statement out loud ten – TEN – times. You recognize the formula. It takes ten – TEN- positive thoughts/actions/comments to erase the energy created by just one negative thought/action/comment.