The most dangerous and powerful stories are the ones that we tell ourselves about ourselves. Our self-talk can lift us up or take us down. We sometimes tell ourselves stories about how others perceive us. We tell ourselves that we know what they are saying about us. And for the most part we are wrong. …
The second day of travel came to a close with us no where near France. Our flight to Paris has been delayed by nearly three hours. So, we sat and waited for our third companion to join us and decide where we shall use the voucher that Air France gave us. It was nice of …
This morning, I woke up in a strange room in a city that neighbors the one I grew up in. As my traveling companion slept fitfully in his bed, I moved through the room making coffee, showering, reading and doing my morning exercises. The nervousness and tears that had marked my first day of travel …
Some quick thoughts on writing and getting where you want to be in life.
Recently, I read "Becoming..." by Michelle Obama and it has helped me to not only see the former First Lady in a new light, but look at my own story with less judgement and more honesty. How did I become a woman who not only embraces her curves but also her gray and silver hair? …
Actions are votes for the type of person that you want to be. I heard this on a newscast on New Year's Day. The brief interview was about how to make your resolutions a reality. Small actions leading to better habits was the gist of the conversation. If you want to lose weight don't think …
A lot has happened since last July when I wrote about walking Luke and being confronted by a woman in her car. A woman angry because I dared not to pick up the Luke's stool in the bushes where he had so cleverly deposited it. I still remember how entitled and angry the woman was …
My heart broke recently. If my life was a book, the reader would have seen it coming before me. They might have been screaming at me to turn around. Most of my friends did. They saw the doom on the horizon and braced themselves. But, I am stubborn and kept sailing toward it. Right off the edge.
Issues, I have them. But, they aren't as bad as I thought. I made a mountain out of a foot hill. I felt so lost because I didn't know where I wanted to be. My heart, my love was in New York and I wanted to be with him. I also wanted to be in …
I had a glass of wine before noon, today. When it was done, I had another one. Twenty odd years ago, a woman saved my life. She got me help when I was lost and hurting. Today, she lost her husband. First glass raised for the love they shared. The life they built together together. …
Lucinda Rose 