I know, I know, why in gods name would I be writing about my nipples. To which I respond: WHY NOT?Why aren't more people writing about their nipples? If you havent learned anythign from your nipples you arent living your best life. I am pretty sure I could write a blog post about any part … Continue reading Lessons I Have Learned From My Nipples
Maybe scavengers isn't the right word... but it has a certain ring to it. I was contemplating the right terminology for describing my life with my husband and the kind of people that we just are. The stuff that seems to be the very substance of our being. And scavenger is what I came up … Continue reading Scavengers From The Beginning
Someone asked me this week how I started my new business Mindful Tradition. The question took me by surprise and I had to take a moment to think, because it was never a conscious choice. I do not often sit down and conjure up my next plan, I follow the threads of intuition and the … Continue reading Following the Dharma Flow
This here is an ode to the many things I left behind in community. When you enter into community life you bring all of your worldly possessions or lack their of. I came well endowed with things and over time those things sort of got enveloped into the community with little opportunity to grieve the … Continue reading Things I Left in Community
My proudest parenting moment happened when my oldest child was 2 1/2 years old. We were doing the weekly grocery shopping trip to feed 12 people and have made it through the store successfully, all that was left was to pay for the food. He started making requests for candy bars and things of that … Continue reading Our Mood is Our Kids Mood
The other day I checked my personal account balance, and I had six dollars. At the moment I started to laugh because as a 12-year-old I had more money in the bank than I have now as a 33-year-old. And that is a choice. A few weeks ago I cashed in the totality of my … Continue reading I Am Broke And It Is A Choice
I imagine a bit of historical context is needed here. The shame biscuit itself is nothing more than a McDonald's biscuit breakfast sandwich. There is no wrong or right constellation in which to consume your shame biscuit. I like mine with the square yellow "egg" and cheese. I skip the meat, when the shame biscuit … Continue reading The Evolution of The Shame Biscuit
Because I work with adults with special needs I am often time told I am a good person, or that I am doing the Lords work, or that I am an angel. Fundamentally I do think I am a good person, but not because I work at a non-profit or because I work with adults … Continue reading Good People do Good Things
I am a Virgo. I am an Italian. I am a choleric. These three statements combine to make one force of a lady. In practical application it means that I speak loudly and fast, with hand gestures and facial expression. I have been told my whole life that I'm too loud, and to be quiet. … Continue reading I Am Loud And I Know It
Take a deep breath, it's one hell of a title. I am sure this is about to be the kind of thing that is offputting for some, but I hope it is enlightening for all. Because the reality is that change is the responsibility of everyone. However minuscule, or seemingly mundane, each opportunity we pass … Continue reading The Small Part We Play in The Dismantlement of Institutionalized Racism
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