“Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.” — Lauren DeStefano Well, hell’s bells! In two days, on October 3rd, I will turn 60. The big 6-0. How do I feel? Blessed. Grateful. Nostalgic….
I’m a S-U-C-K-E-R for fall. It’s the best season. The charm of fall isn’t just because my birthday lands on October 3rd (a celebration that extends throughout the month), but it encompasses various other delights. It marks the return to school, the kick-off of football season, cozy campfires with s’mores, the comfort of sweater weather,…
Lately, I’ve been questioning my purpose, my identity, and the meaning of life. I grew up in the 60s and 70s where the adults in my life smoked pot, drank alcohol, partied, and contemplated the meaning of life. I thought the days of dropping LSD, meditating, living in communes, and having deep existential conversations had stopped….
My heart is mushy and open. I love this about myself, but it comes at the cost of my energy, identity, and self-care. For decades, I thought I was giving, giving, giving because I cared. Really what I was doing was being a “good girl” at the expense of myself. I learned, and am still…
Do you remember the song, “One (Is the Loneliest Number)” by Three Dog Night? Since it’s release in 1969 when I was 6 years old, it has dogged me. The lyrics include “one is the loneliest number you’ll ever do, even worse than two, yeah.” Early in my life, I was told how to act…