Table for One

I’m basking in the afterglow of last night over this morning’s coffee. It was so luscious that it seems like it must be a dream. Fortunately for me, it was very real indeed. I was in an on-again off-again relationship for over four years. There were many good things in …

Choosing to Be Kinder

I was twelve years old the first time I attempted suicide, though this isn’t really about the suicide attempt. I’m writing this because what happened after is incredibly significant. Nonetheless, I imagine you’re wondering what would drive a 12-year-old to such a thing, so I will share the brief version. …

Recommitment to Kwitcherbitchin’

I have a very old, ingrained habit of complaining. I grew up in a family of complainers. My mother was a martyr’s martyr. I heard “Kwitcherbitchin’!” a lot growing up. Complaining is a lot like smoking cigarettes; it’s great when you’re doing it, and a disgusting habit once you’ve quit. …

Resisting Receiving

I caught myself doing it again today. In the midst of saying the Long Healing Prayer for a Baha’i friend, I found myself resisting receiving. What??? “The Manifesting Diva™” isn’t supposed to ever have slip ups like that! Wait! Who says? I don’t hold myself to perfection, nor do I …