Let’s talk about our perfectly dysfunctional lives!
The phrase “home is where the heart is” has always resonated with me. As a kid, I didn’t stay in one house for long. We moved when my parents divorced, when my mom got serious with a boyfriend, again when she broke up with the serious boyfriend, and when a friend of hers offered a … Continue reading Building Home
Some days you need to get through and some days you want to get to.
I wouldn’t be who I am today if I didn’t share a one-bedroom apartment with my mother when I was in high school. I was the new kid in a school that was known as the rich kids’ school in the area. It was embarrassing. To say it aloud sounds tragic, but it wasn’t. My … Continue reading One Bedroom
Is it the music or the lyrics? Or is it the music and the lyrics? For me it’s always the lyrics. Lyrics have the power to bring me to life, remind me of my past, tell me I’m not alone in the world, and even inspire me. A recent inspiration came from listening to the … Continue reading The Moments Without Proof
The author shares their journey through public speaking anxiety, reflecting on how nerves transform into confidence after presentations. They differentiate true confidence from cockiness, emphasizing self-worth without needing validation.
“You get what you get, and you don’t get upset.” This phrase, first brought to me years ago by my preschool aged daughter, validated my complacent mindset. Whether it was my upbringing, my generation’s influence, or insecurities, I’ve learned not to ask for more and to simply accept what I have. For example, when I … Continue reading But Did you ask
Realizing that most things I worry and beat myself up over are out of my control is freeing. Having the understanding that we all have our own lives to live – every one of us in the same boat – figuring it out, gives me a peaceful feeling.
While I was going through this exercise, it sadly occurred to me that, not only are the people gone, but that their memories, the stories that they didn’t tell, are gone too.
The charming piece of wood furniture you see pictured above has survived ten moves with me over the years. Serving a different purpose each time, it’s held everything from baby toys to fitness equipment. Now painted white, the old wood continues to reveal itself underneath the chipped paint. No amount of tightening can take away … Continue reading Just a Memory
Weekends used to be for sleeping in. That’s how it’s always been. Now, weekends and weekdays are greeted in the same way, I get to wake up early every day. Before the sun shines bright, I get to wake up early and write. I get to move my body and exercise. I get to organize … Continue reading I’m no poet, but i get to…
Perfect Dysfunction 