Let me reintroduce you to my mother ~ the delightfully crazy but lovable Italian lady who is quite possibly the most nervous mother I’ve ever met. Case in point, our neighbors who lived directly across the street from us love to tell the story of how they didn’t realize there were children living in our… Continue reading I should have been a nun
My crush on Oprah began long before #WCW was a thing. More than money or fame, I envy her ability to inspire others to think about self-improvement, happiness and personal fulfillment in bold and compelling new ways. In fact, I can’t think of anyone who’s led the national conversation on spirituality ~ and helped define… Continue reading The one time Oprah was wrong
You should be too. It’s 3:37 am and I’m jolted awake by some random, alarming thought or dream. Suddenly I’m spiraling with apprehension moving from regret to worry to anxiety about things that have or have not yet happened. Every feeling is enormous, uncontrollable and all consuming at that hour. There’s nowhere to go, nowhere… Continue reading I’m out of my mind!
Growing up with an Italian, Catholic mother is about as stereotypical as you can imagine. She... made a mean meatball idolized her sons never missed weekend Mass ruled the house with the swing of a spatula But my mother was also my first philosopher and spiritual guide. She had a long list of catch phrases… Continue reading Counting my blessings
One misconception that’s blocked me over the years is the idea that to be fulfilled you must add more to your plate. So in my pursuit to be a better career woman, stronger mother and more faithful person I took on more obligations. I chaired the largest family fundraiser for the PTO. Joined the parish… Continue reading When less is more
As I get older, I’ve come to realize that defining a purpose in life is elusive. Of course my greatest priority is being a mom and raising healthy, well-adjusted children blah blah blah, insert party line. But children grow up and become increasingly independent, leaving a void that is at once liberating and freaking frightening.… Continue reading Namaste. Can I get an Amen?
Truth be told, my love of running formed by the process of elimination. I’m not athletic and I’m not coordinated; but I can put one foot in front of the other, although even that isn’t always graceful. Not sure what actually got me out the door that first time ~ maybe a previous night of… Continue reading Life is a marathon…so I run
For as long as I can remember, I loved to write. Not in a I'm-going-to-be-a-famous-novelist kind of way. More so that I'm comfortable with written word over spoken words. Yea, I'm a bit awkward. I also think too much and to get thoughts onto paper has a therapeutic quality for me. In this case a… Continue reading Why blog? Why now?