Sometimes you are the glass door, sometimes you are the nose slamming into the glass door

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What happens when three highly sensitive empaths face a busted-up nose emergency? It turns out that yesterday's energetics were full of "thanksgiving chaos" (see astrology report from Tara Greene Tarot) AND BOY WAS THAT THE CASE. The first one (and oldest one might I add) starts yelling at the victim of the accident - he's … Continue reading Sometimes you are the glass door, sometimes you are the nose slamming into the glass door

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When ABBA speaks directly to your soul!

I'll confess: I'm a DANCING QUEEN. Mamma mia let me tell you I love their songs. I had a dream I was their biggest fan. It's the name of the game right? Knowing me, knowing you, this love-fest could go on forever. Those red boots though. There is a point to all this I promise. … Continue reading When ABBA speaks directly to your soul!

Things look a little different ’round here

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If you are reading this post you at some point clicked "FOLLOW", maybe because you have known me since I was in diapers (though I no longer am, let me be clear), maybe because we went to school back in the days when I owned a Debbie Gibson-style hat (and wore it to school though sadly there are no photographs to document this), or maybe because you were sleep-scrolling on your phone and thought, sure, I'll read the random ramblings of this lady and follow her blog and never think about it again.

She’s got the moves like Jagger (or maybe not . . .)

I’d like to think that the truck full of young males headed to a landscaping job, sitting idle next to me at a stoplight, were cracking up at my dance moves because they were wowed by them and impressed by this forty-something’s swagger. But I’m pretty sure they thought I looked like Elaine from Seinfeld. … Continue reading She’s got the moves like Jagger (or maybe not . . .)

The Pine Tree (But it’s Not About the Tree)

The neighbor's pine tree was removed today. It stood several inches away from our property line. But it felt like my tree. The large crew of workers cheered when the tree came crashing down but I stood and cried. Oh I had plans, all internal mind you, to talk to our neighbors about my their tree. They told … Continue reading The Pine Tree (But it’s Not About the Tree)

I don’t like onions! I make them cry!

That was the three-year-old in response to stuffing being placed on her thanksgiving plate. The nerve! You don't even want to hear what she said about the celery. (She did however find Redi-whip to be quite to her liking. She ran around the house with it clutched in her hands and squealing. It took three … Continue reading I don’t like onions! I make them cry!