Arms. Legs. Computers. Hearts. Minds. Spirits. Try breaking any of them, it can hurt like hell. What goes up must come down. 2015, 2016 & 2017 were up-up-and-away-hooray in the life & career departments. In 2018, it all crashed. Oh 2018… you broke me down and broke me up. But if I may borrow wise…
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Recipe for Self Care: When the inside doesn’t match the outside.
Our Thanksgiving wrap-up? Fabulous with a side of WTF. That’s what happens in life after loss. The lesson? Just because something looks absolutely beautiful and correct and right and good on the outside doesn’t necessarily mean it’s stellar on the inside. We know this applies to people. (Self Care = This year’s theme.) It also applies…
Mother’s Day: Honor It, Even If She’s Not Here.
A version of the piece below was previously published in The Fresno Bee on May 5, 2018. It’s been a freakin’ weird week. (I’d drop the real F-bomb here but I don’t want it totally screw with my website’s SEO — does that still happen on the internet if you stick profanity in your posts?)…
Between Blooms: Waiting for Spring (Very Impatiently).
A version of the following post was previously published in The Fresno Bee on March 31, 2018. This winter was long. Extra long. Like, crying-in-the-bathroom/kitchen/shower/car/den/bedroom every day long. I know it’s normal, part of the process. (It’s also exhausting.) Give yourself a break, everyone tells me. I know. I do. I’ve never been scared of…
40 Frank Facts Learned in 40 Years.
Based on recent personal experience, I can frankly vouch that having a 40th birthday is FAB. You know it. I know it. Hooray for fabulous. I used to fear the big four-oh, but I now choose to welcome it. I am grateful for it. I celebrate it. I relish it. I bungeed into my big…
My FAB Mom.
I now return to the world after a most intense month of blindsided uncertainty and thousands of tears (tears that are still running). My fabulous, fun, frank, fierce force and absolute best friend of a mom (the original ‘FAB Mom’) passed away after a 7 year fight against illness. The past month, I’ve been caught in…
If you’re happy and you know it, don’t move (yet).
In the last week, I’ve gotten texts, emails, Facebook comments, tweets and RTs from the editor of my hometown newspaper and all sorts of sideways and hopeful questions from friends and family trying to get to the bottom of my recent piece in The Fresno Bee — the piece I wrote toying with the thought…
