The Precious Ones

Every day, in this world, Precious Ones are born.  They are beautiful children of the heart, born with the capacity to experience true pain and suffering merely by seeing it in another’s eyes, the slope of another’s shoulders, the lumber in another’s walk.  They come into this world looking like every other child.  But, their heart is different, somehow. Their compassion and empathy for those that are suffering knows no bounds.

My Grandma’s Story: A Regular Woman of Inspiration

My grandmother, Mary, came to this country, alone, at age 13.  She was sent here to escape the Russian occupation of Czechoslovakia.  I guess it’s what they did back then.  But, it has always boggled my mind. 

The Grinch, Neverland, and Bold, Bodacious Me

While pondering another thought provoking question this morning, which revisited the tired subject of nature vs. nurture,  I was drawn once again to look at the turmoil created for women by the mishmash known as the 60’s. 

What Would You Want From The Wizard of OZ?

I was recently asked the question “If you were with Dorothy and her gang, what would you want from the Wizard of OZ?”  My immediate thought was, to be ‘normal’.  To be just like everybody else.  But, this is knee jerk response, the wish I have been making for most of my life

It’s Time to Celebrate Me

As women, we feel we have to be accessible to our loved ones 24/7.  Like a minuteman of the American Revolution, we are poised and ready to fix, find, take, make, or do whatever is needed to resolve any crisis, big or small.