I read a book about the impact of childhood memories. The author, a well-known psychologist, wrote that if we recall our three most vivid memories, we’d see who we are. Or, he could describe to us what we’re like…something like that. I’ve given it a lot of thought. For me, traveling back in time always…

My elderly father succumbed to a stroke. Then bed bugs arrived in the house I just completed decorating. The creepy, blood-sucking insects infested again and again. Thirdly, a new friend turned postal…frightening me with her behavior.My world teetered dangerously out of control. In the midst of chaos on multiple fronts, I faced realities I’d successfully…

Think about it:  You didn’t ask to be born. You don’t know exactly where you came from or where you’re going—if anywhere—after you die.  Yet, you’re here. Living in this place and time.  For a reason?  You wonder, Who am I? and Why am I here?  It’s disturbing. We didn’t choose to be alive on…

It was the worst time to fall apart. The final semester of my senior year in college was for completing projects and planning my future. Instead, I was depressed. Hardly able to get out of bed. Skipping classes. Doing the bare minimum, if that. The reason was my boyfriend—EX-boyfriend. Our break-up seemed right at the…

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