I want to unhook myself from Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and all other social media sites. Every single day there are more and more posts about the worldwide crisis. I'm not talking about valid informational sites with solid research behind them. I'm not even talking about the funny memes and the pictures that make me smile. … Continue reading What Does It All Mean?
At the Crossroads
Lately, it seems, that more and more of my friends and colleagues have voiced ennui and even frustration with their lives. People just don't seem as satisfied as they used to be. The path they have been walking; some for many years, no longer brings them joy, excitement or fulfillment as it once did. Interestingly … Continue reading At the Crossroads
The Shame and Blame Game
Bombardment: A continuous flow of information, questions and criticisms. Bombardment has become our new normal. Every newscast, every facebook, twitter, instagram post are all fixated on one thing. COVID-19. Understandably. Because we weren't prepared. The crisis snuck in during the night when we were sleeping. A couple of months ago, we all shook our heads, … Continue reading The Shame and Blame Game
The Monster Under the Bed
Warning: This is a tough topic to read about, especially if you have experienced unresolved sexual abuse in the past. I do not want you to experience any triggers or additional trauma. Angela In January, I started a series focused on the sexual exploitation of children. First I touched on protecting your children from "stranger … Continue reading The Monster Under the Bed
Losing her voice
She searches for words elusive as wisps of smoke scattered by a sudden gust of wind. Wincing, her brows furrowed, as if the very task of clutching at forgotten phrases causes pain. Such a strong voice once Now stilted by growing uncertainty of word's purpose Word's origin Word's meaning How can she share her fear … Continue reading Losing her voice
The Not-so Dead End
My great grand-father lived in a tiny little town called “Tunnel Springs, Alabama.” Nestled between Beatrice and Peterman, you couldn’t find it unless you were driving down Hwy 21 and really looking for it. If you turned at the Falkenberry General Store (owned by my Uncle Leo) on Tunnel Hill Road, you would find … Continue reading The Not-so Dead End
The Cost of Being Kind
My current job requires extensive travel. And by extensive, I mean a lot! For example, for the month of February , I traveled all but one week. I dont mind all the trips. I like visiting the different offices and building new relationships. Plus, I discover the soul of each town in which I spend … Continue reading The Cost of Being Kind
Stumbling on: They call me Grace!
For several months, after my cardiac by-pass surgery, I slept on a recliner rather than in my bed. Not that I enjoyed sleeping in a common room on a velvety chair. No, it was more of a necessity. You see, sleeping on my side caused residual pain from the surgery and I could not sleep … Continue reading Stumbling on: They call me Grace!
What’s Good for the Team?
As the middle child, I was sandwiched between my older brother (who was 2 years my elder) and my younger brother, also separated by two years. In theory, I wanted to be that lacy-dressed, Mary-Jane wearing Honey Bunch. I did want to be a princess (in my head). But seriously, there was no hope of … Continue reading What’s Good for the Team?
Water for Camels 