Every Christmas is different, and this year will be no exception. I’m good with a departure from turkey, and am open to coconut milk eggnog. But of course, adapting to change doesn’t always come easy, especially when love is involved.
It has taken a lifetime of living to realize I’m not an expert at life.
Sometimes we keep secrets for people that we should never be asked to keep…
Let us reveal, with our eyes, our true selves…and feel what it is to truly acknowledge one another.
It feels like only yesterday that I was wearing acid-wash jeans, life was all about the weekend and my collection of mix tapes was growing by leaps and bounds. I’m turning how old??
I’m grateful for my sense of humor, and hope it’s always there when I need it.
As another new year begins, the need to strike a balance between past and present emerges once again.
Our heart aches – not from regret, but from the memory of what was.
On any given day, they come…memories, playing like movies in my head.
It took almost 30 years, a random sentence and an impromptu visit to an old friend’s grave to make me realize what I did that day and to show me how far I’ve come.