But here comes grandma being all big and bold and sexy… outta my way! Hi. I’m grandma. I’m not entirely sure how I got here, yet here I am. I am one of millions whom have “found” themselves aging as though it just happened one day. Seems silly doesn’t it…

Esoteric perspectives from the human experience discussing the dysfunction created in our lives by these platforms we claim are social. I am not particularly fed up, however I am attuned to the experiment of what living well actually is, and is not. I’ve worked professionally online in the world of…

Metaphysical Principles of Relationship I often work with women who are in a quandary about men. And as often as I sit in my office listening to the exact same complaints, wonderment, curiosity and confusion about men I reply with the same old, “Everything is energy.” …

Please, please… Don’t fall in love with a Writer. They will pour out their deepest emotions and every feeling through words that have been neatly orchestrated into the loveliest poetry you’ve ever read. They will be speechless while looking into your eyes because they are already perfecting sentences which describe…

How independence in all areas of our life can lead us to interdependence. As I sit in this little yellow cottage in Iowa, the neighbors likely have no clue of my introspection this morning regarding the noun in·de·pend·ence — the fact or state of being independent. And what does independent…

Spiritual Ah-Ha’s in Nashville I have repeatedly discovered that magic happens when... I’m not looking for it!😆 It’s that whole, “A watched pot never boils” metaphor. Magic, love, success, and delightful surprises are on offer from the Universe daily to us but, truth be told, we often can’t even see…

Tales from the road of life. I was never the girl that walked around with a book in her pocket. I was dyslexic before being dyslexic was even a thing. Thank goodness for Henry Winkler and his afterschool special, which albeit was after the point of no return for me…

Once in a Blue Moon Awakenings Sitting here with coffee in a tiny town in Ohio, I recall all the students I’ve met along the journeys of my life. …

Surrounded by a light of golden hue, I lay on the couch in a bubble of divine protection as the storm passed. As I stood in the meadow, the bugs were pestering me even though I had remembered, for once, to spritz my arms and legs with repellent but it…