Out there, in the world, where I discovered nice people who liked me, yes, Sally Field, they liked me; I began to question everything my mother had ever said to me. Read more →

This day, this July day, we'd all been talking about going to high school. Eight grade was done and high school loomed a mere six and a half weeks away. Read more →

The post got me thinking because... my Mom isn't here any longer. Nor is my Dad. Neither Dad. Yes, I had two dads. It happens. My step-Dad passed so many years ago, I don't even remember the date. I only remember how he suffered and how angry I was that he wasn't going to be around for many more years. Read more →

Yes, yes, I can see you rolling your eyes. You think I'm being persnickety. Or, for those who abhor long words, picky. I'm being a picky old lady who refuses to acknowledge her shortcomings.  But let me tell you, you young whippersnapper, when I was your age... Read more →

In memory, these days, I see that child and watch her move cautiously in her world, all the while basking in the summer sun, with groups of friends who had nothing more on their minds than whatever mischief they could cause that day. It was all about the freedom.  Read more →

By Big Idea Facilitator Yvonne DiVita I dreamed I was an eagle in flight...soaring above the world without a care. I dreamed I flew through clouds and mist, and never closed my eyes. I dreamed I landed on the edge of nothing, and... paused; paused because my eagle eyes could... Read more →

I dreamed a thousand dreams...and none of them came true. I slept a thousand nights, and woke a million mornings...to nothing. It feels that way sometimes. That my dreams and my hopes and my desires are such tiny slivers of nothing in the Universe, that they slip away into some... Read more →

In the dark of my room, after all the lights have been turned off and I am drifting off to sleep, I often think of times gone by. I remember myself as a young girl, sixteen years old, who could not envision what life would be like at 20 years... Read more →

Not really. It's true. Our bodies are made up of so many different kinds of cells, the idea that they speak to each other may seem to come from some 1950's science fiction novel, but it doesn't. It's true. Our cells do communicate with each other. They must! How else would the human body operate effectively? If you stop to consider the reality of your body and all of its many varying kinds of cells, it's not hard to understand that if we but listen to our body as it talks to us, we would be healthier human beings. Read more →

The day comes wrapped in shadow. There is a hint of last night's dream, and sometimes of a nightmare, lurking beneath the thin veneer of the surface. On days like this, I peel the wrapping away slowly, carefully. I clench my teeth and wonder what's beneath, if there will be... Read more →