Thought is malleable like clay. And while I'm not a potter of it, I'm a potter of thought-we each are. I've thought about this a lot lately. You can let stuff outside you shape your thinking or you can

My sister’s house is quiet. She’s gone the week, dogs are boarded, no workmen tinkering. It’s just me, Berkeley, (my bichon) and a whole lotta space. Well, that’s easily filled up with the beckoning

Most women I interact with will admit they’ve experienced competition moreso than cooperation, have felt the sting of criticism more than the warmth of compassion, and run around with far more condemnations

Sweet sister of mine....remember this: you are a rock...a beautiful woman whose vigor and grace, strength and determination have brought you many victories and many moments of glee. You are a woman of

I was up most of the night…thinking…..getting still….not giving in to a lot of unknowns that keep flashing in my thought like banners on a webpage… Sometimes, the pull to feel anxious over uncertainty

I woke up this morning with a ton of goals in my thoughts… Pray, walk dogs, write, pray some more, learn html coding for creating widgets for twitter, share this and ‘diiggthis’ on my blog, clean