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Are you living a perfectly pleasant life that somehow feels just a little too predictable? Do your days blend into one another with comfortable routines, familiar patterns—and maybe just a hint of restlessness?
Do you ever wonder where that carefree, anything-goes gal of your 20s went? Sure, she’s got
Mmm… chocolate.
The sweet, the fat, the cocoa. Yum.
In any combination, this triple threat can cause one to swoon. Yes, full-on, delightful, lightheaded, heavenly swoons.
But what is it about chocolate that drives us to sneak into our sleeping child’s room and liberate a handful of their foil-wrapped holiday treasures? It calls to us Read More
Wonderful, Jocelyn! We're all works in progress, I think. It keeps life interesting, no? Like a box of chocolates. ;-)
Try as we may, sometimes it’s hard to be content with who we are. Why is it that sometimes we have such a hard time being comfortable with this person we have been our whole lives? It’s like creativity and wonder, we had confidence in ourselves when Read More
Wow, has my morning ever shifted since writing the above comment 2 years ago! I still start with meditation (most,...ok…
It happens every day. Every, single day we get up in the morning. And usually it looks something like this: alarm—hit snooze—alarm—get up—make coffee—shower—blow dry—let dog out—drink coffee—let dog in—feed dog—make up—find clothes—don clothes—make lunch—drink coffee—make toast—eat toast—pat hubby—kiss dog—commute—buy coffee—work. Right? Until the weekend Read More
Oh, my, Paige! How marvelous! Thank you.
I don’t think beauty is universal. I do believe that beauty is everywhere and that we all perceive certain things as beautiful, but the magnificent object that takes your breath away is different from what leaves us in wonder. Read More
How perfectly wonderful, Cathy! I bet you look fabulous!!!
Red, the color of love. And passion and sex and spicy, hot, heat and sweet candy apples. Power, danger and rage. Yes, red symbolizes all that, but it’s also considered warm (think wool socks, hearst, hugs and Read More
Glad to have made you smile.
When my son was 13 or14 years old, prime adolescent mortification age, we did a bit of a jaunt around Europe. Amsterdam was the last stop on the journey before heading home. We only had Read More
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