Love Every Bit Of Yourself

For the past few weeks, there has been a big increase in activity in the formal dress department at work due to all the school proms coming up. Although it’s a lot of work, I’ve enjoyed working these departments. The dressing rooms get trashed and you have triple the amount of clothes to straighten, hang… Read More

stones stacked up along side a stone in the shape of a heart

This month, my post for DoYouYoga is about one of my favorite terminologies used in yoga for lifting your front body and depending on the pose, rotating forward: open your heart. I wrote about how moving through poses like cobra, up dog and triangle pose with the intention to open and lift your heart not… Read More

Richard and Mildred Loving with their children

Image source – Welcome to my first Wednesday’s Woman for 2013! Some months, it’s a challenge to think of a good subject for my Wednesday’s Woman contribution and even more difficult to write a piece I think that adequately describes them and their accomplishments. This week’s was more personal and as a result, a… Read More

artistic picture of a heart

Do you have enough time for love? Can you make sure that in your everyday life you have a little time to love? We do not have much time together; we are too busy. In the morning while eating breakfast, we do not look at the person we love, we do not have enough time… Read More

rose petals in the shape of a heart

Love and relationships, these are tricky things indeed. We grow up with beliefs that are part fake Hollywood love stories and fairy tales, part whatever we observed from our homes and care givers and part (and I think this is a big part) from how we feel about ourselves. I am a big promoter of… Read More

My mother was a beautiful, strong, independent woman. She co-owned a business with my father, ran our household and worked with our church. When I was 10 years old, my mother got very sick. It took almost a year for doctors to figure out what was wrong was an incurable lung disease. She passed away… Read More

Last week, I shared a little about my teenage son. When he around twelve years old, one thing he really enjoyed doing was walking or riding his bike to the gas station several blocks from where we lived. He usually had no big reason for going besides the feeling of freedom and independence he got… Read More