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 “Are there scarier things than asking for help? There are. Are there dumber things than NOT asking for help? There are NOT.” — Sister Rain

My friends are so very important to me as I have written about many times on this blog. And although we are in constant contact via text, there is nothing better than getting caught up on each other’s lives in person. Every get-together has a holiday feel to it, beginning when we…

My mom was a stay-at-home mom, although in those days she was branded a “housewife”. Whatever the title du jour, I loved her being there after school and her chaperoning field trips. I, however, wanted a career and for twenty-five years worked in corporate America. Since the loss of my…

Reporters keep commenting that President Obama looks so happy when he’s driving a golf cart, speculating it’s due to,the fact that he hasn’t driven anything in eight years. I know how he feels. I think driving is the thing I miss the most since my sight became compromised. Imagine not being…

A webinar for me . . . . . . means R&R for Piper. As I listened to the webinar host list all the participants’ states and countries, I wondered how many others had a parrot cuddling up against their necks? In 90º temperatures, I might add! I hope the…

When I was a part of the workforce, conference and client calls as well as webinars were a daily occurrence. Like my maternal grandmother, I have always been a doodler, and these meetings were when I practiced my craft. Yesterday, while participating in a webinar about growing your online audience,…

I am on fire these days, working to grow this blog, become involved in other projects and bring my purpose to life. I am educating myself, researching ideas and flexing muscles that have been atrophied for the last five years. As I was going over my To Do List this…

The one instruction always missing on a brownie mix box is how much of the batter goes in the pan and how much goes in your belly.

While walking around the neighborhood this morning, I stopped under a tree so that the shade would allow me to see my iPhone screen well enough to,change to another audio clip. Less than a minute later, back to my workout, a man coming towards me on the sidewalk stopped next…

Mother’s Day without a mother is not just another day. Even if you are a mother yourself, when you have lost your own there is an important piece missing from this designated Sunday in May. Once a daughter, always a daughter. The greeting card industry escalates an already difficult holiday…