April 28, 2020 | Beauty of Beginnings, Guinea Pig C-personal category, Personal Development
Maturity If I had met my love ten years ago we would not have seen each other. Ten years ago, even five years ago, my insecurities held the throne of my identity. Looking back, it is like I had this impenetrable fog around me. People could see me, blurred through my...
March 24, 2020 | Beauty of Beginnings, Current Affairs, Guinea Pig C-personal category, Personal Development, Stewardship, Leadership, Entrepreneurs
Vulnerability is not weakness. It is our strength. This morning, my little dog went missing while walking the beach early in the predawn light. I was walking alone, which was unusual. She had lost her dog tag a week before with her name and my number. Everything about...
March 6, 2020 | Beauty of Beginnings, Guinea Pig C-personal category
A message to my beloved WRITEN APRIL 2ND, 2012 *I wrote this blog more than 7 years before I met my beloved. I had forgotten it. Indeed I had stopped looking years ago. For those who like a love story, and who doesn’t, I was literally blindsided by my meeting...
February 17, 2020 | Beauty of Beginnings, Current Affairs, Guinea Pig C-personal category, Personal Development, Stewardship, Leadership, Entrepreneurs
I am a proudly difficult older woman I am not a middle-of-the-road person. I have always been a disruptor, questioning the status quo. As a women, I speak my truth, call out liars, and do not stand for cheats, narcissists or those professing greatness off the back of...
February 16, 2020 | Beauty of Beginnings, Guinea Pig C-personal category
The miracle of my daughter On this day 29 years ago, I was blessed with the miracle of my daughter. To provide context, I had never, until this day, 29 years ago, held a baby. I had never imagined or dreamed of being a mother. Natalie was written into my life as the...
May 27, 2019 | Beauty of Beginnings, Guinea Pig C-personal category, Personal Development, Stewardship, Leadership, Entrepreneurs
I have no idea what I am doing At one level this is so true it is scary. Making it up right at the point of the next step. Hoping, praying…that when my foot lands, or my words arrive, they will be held by ground, by witness, by appropriateness and receptivity. I woke...