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  • Unpack.

    Unpack.

    I remember everything. Every horrible word. Every terrible action. I thought I had gotten rid of them by moving forward, but I hadn’t dealt with how their comments made me feel. Who are they,…

  • The Nudge We All Need

    The Nudge We All Need

    The elephant in the room says I haven’t been posting much. Who asked you, Ms. Elephant? Honestly, I probably wouldn’t have posted tonight, but I got a nudge from an unexpected source . More…

  • Unlearned Lessons

    Unlearning a thing has to be one of the most challenging tasks of my life. When I imagine what being alone is like, I think of words like: alone, solo or solitary. Sometimes, I…

  • Merry Christmas!

  • The Beatitudes.

    A few days ago, I was listening to a friend’s live video on Facebook. I was haphazardly checking in on FB when her live video came up. I felt like I just had a…

  • Happy Thanksgiving 2018

  • We’re all just children.

    We’re all just children.

    We all need the same things: water, sleep, food, and love. That’s my simple approach to life. This being my fortieth year of living, I have come to find out that not much has…

  • the ebb and flow of doubt

    About 3 1/2 years ago, I made a conscious decision to stop teaching to start a business. One of the reasons I had decided to move beyond from the formal education field was because…

  • So, what did you do?

    So, what did you do?

    What can I say? Toronto was good to me. I enjoyed the opportunity to relax alone (although that sounds bad; I love mi familia dearly). All-in-all, it was an awesome trip. I did, however,…

  • 40 for 40: Am I Adulting Yet?

    40 for 40: Am I Adulting Yet?

    I turned 40 the other day. It’s funny because I remember my Aunt Betty’s 40th birthday party that my dad and his siblings planned for her. It was at her sister’s house. We all…

  • A Thank You Letter (My Ode to Mr. Gaillard)

    A Thank You Letter (My Ode to Mr. Gaillard)

    Dear Mr. Gaillard,   I wanted to take this time to write to you. Albeit my feelings are disheveled because I know that this is a letter you’ll never get to read, I’m still writing…