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Welcome to this week's Mailbag! One reader wants to know, Whats wrong with women today? Lots of times, people don't feel comfortable posing questions publicly, neither in the blog comments nor on Facebook. They will however hit me in the inbox from time to time. The Problem With Women and the Point of Getting Married The following … Continue reading What’s Wrong With Women? Mailbag Vol. 1
Divorce Can Be a Real Nightmare I never truly realized how much healing I still have to do from my eleven years of matrimony. Unsettling nightmares after divorce, are tell-tale signs that there's still much work to do. Usually, it becomes apparent to me when I interact with friends dealing with the same issues. Other times, something … Continue reading Nightmares After Divorce
I made a Facebook post Saturday, stating that I was weary from the recent changes in my life. Instead of withdrawing from all social interaction, I added that I had decided to surround myself with positive people: my family and friends. Friends Till the End I've learned that the enemy wants me to stay inside … Continue reading Positive People Breed Positive Energy
What is Mindfulness? Meditating was one of many topics tossed around with a lifelong friend a few months back. We went on and on about mindfulness and soon, she put me on to the ever-growing art of mindfulness. At first, it all sounded like a bunch of mumbo jumbo. As the conversation progressed, I struggled … Continue reading Mindfulness: Meditating Changed My Life
Fatherless daughters fight an uphill battle for position among women who have loving histories with their fathers. Those fortunate women are seemingly more able to submit in relationships. They know exactly what types of relationships are healthy and what types are not. In fact, they are less likely to settle into relationships that do not mirror the love and caring shown to them by their own fathers during early childhood.
Life is a long time to serve in jail…
Did I just hear what I think I heard? That couldn’t be! As I sat there with my eyes glued on the clerk I tried to maintain my composure. I simply could not bring myself to look at the twelve jurors that made this awful decision (at least as far as I was concerned). Prior to the verdict being read, the Judge warned that no outbursts would be tolerated! While it was generally directed toward family and friends, I felt myself falling apart at this moment.
Allowing my brain to kick in because I still had work to do, I pulled together long enough to ensure the jury was polled and I entered notice of appeal. Honestly, I don’t know how I got through it because I felt as though I was floating in the clouds, and, it wasn’t getting any easier.
The Judge turned to my client, after…
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We all look back at our younger selves and sometimes cringe at some of the choices we've made. If I could write myself a letter and mail it back in time I would. There would be 10 things I'd love to say to myself:
We are getting older now, and my friends have begun to bury their parents. Without making the grave mistake of telling them "I know how you feel," I try to offer support in every way I can. There's very little I can do really, and I know it. No magic words or no gift of any sort can even begin to scratch the surface. It's like I'm the woman in the long black trench coat standing in the far corner of the graveyard during a burial, looking on as the survivors slowly crossover into "my world".
We are getting older now, and my friends have begun to bury their parents. Without making the grave mistake of telling them "I know how you feel," I try to offer support in every way I can. There's very little I can do really, and I know it. No magic words or no gift of any sort can even begin to scratch the surface. It's like I'm the woman in the long black trench coat standing in the far corner of the graveyard during a burial, looking on as the survivors slowly crossover into "my world".
I sat patiently, in my hospital gown, on the examining table waiting. It had been a few years since I had been inside this office, or seen her. Moving to Roanoke Rapids meant I had to leave the comfort of her smile and gentle way. So, I sat there excited about reconnecting with my Ob Gyn.
When she walked in I was surprised to see how slender and young she looked. Wow! She looked completely different, I thought to myself. She had to have lost at least 100 lbs. and she looked great. Chilling in her t-shirt and scrub bottoms, she smiled and we began chatting. As we chatted, and caught up, she pulled me out of my own inner thoughts when she asked, “How’s your husband doing?” Of course she would ask. I don’t know why I wasn’t prepared. After all, she patiently coached him in the delivery room…
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