The tutu I had to wear for dance class was entirely too scratchy. My overalls were preferred. I got in my first fist fight with a boy when I was 8 and I remember being appalled that he would hit me in the face as a girl. A boy named Brian told me I couldn't … Continue reading I have decided that I am a F word
I can't explain why but saltines with soft real butter showed I matter, that she knew I was thinking, and I deserved to be seen.
My son told me he had to write a short paper on a great leader. He told me he wanted to write about me but he wasn't sure what kind of great leader I was. I could relate. Up until recently I'm not sure I could tell you who I was a leader either. I spent … Continue reading Why I Won’t Be Saying A Certain Phrase Anymore: Becoming The Leader I Already Am
I’m returning from New York City where I attended a fascinating one day workshop with Les McKeown. Author of Predictable Success and The Synergist. http://www.PredictableSuccess.com The purpose was to help really anyone in an organization get from Point A to Point B. I’m sure I’ll be writing more about the actual experience as I have … Continue reading Why We Are Not Vampires
I am normally an abnormally confident, self- aware, self-assured, exceptional woman, most of the time. I'm unusually soft spoken but I can also be loud and crass. I have a speech impediment. I used to hate speaking in public. But you should listen to me , most of the time. I am madly in love … Continue reading Most of The Time I’m a Huckleberry
Sometimes my mouth gets me in trouble. Sometimes my temper gets me in trouble. Sometimes people are surprised I have a mouth and I have a slow fuse temper so I get in trouble because they didn't expect that reaction from me. Most people appreciate my honestly and realism. Sometimes that gets me in trouble. … Continue reading
I was encouraged tonight to find my identity scriptures. This is a concept I had never thought about. I know I am crazy in love with God and relentlessly try to persue Him. I know He loves me and sent His son to die for me. I know I am his adopted child and thus … Continue reading Find Your Identity