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Even Healing Hurts


“Healing may not be so much about getting better, as about letting go of everything that isn’t you – all of the expectations, all of the beliefs – and becoming who you are.” – Rachel Naomi Remen


It’s almost the end of January and I for one, can tell you that the fastest it’s over and we can get on with February the better.
You see, I’m just not feeling 2013 yet, in fact I’m not feeling much of anything lately.

One of the words that I chose for my year, as part of Just.Be.Enough was Heal/Mend.

I not only wanted to heal my own wounds, but to help other people with the things that were hurting them too. I knew that if I could support, encourage or just plain Listen to someone and  help them to heal in some small way that my life would be better.

But the thing I wasn’t prepared for was that the sad, the depression I’ve been feeling since early autumn is still hanging around and it’s not leaving. I honestly don’t remember the last time I felt this down or unbalanced. Maybe when my dad died in 1996? 

All I know is that it’s not natural for me.

Then there is the fact that January means the holidays are over, winter has arrived and the sunshine of summer is just a dream for a while and I’m not a happy camper.

You’re not used to that here(frankly neither am I). This happy, hopeful, yellow space is not a place where I like confessing things like : I wake up in the morning and the only thought I have is how many hours it is before I can go back to bed, or a place to complain about how achy I am because of the frigid temperatures, how unworthy I feel, how the migraines come so often lately that sometimes it scares me.

I don’t want to be that girl. I know that if I needed it, you would hold out your hand and try to help, you would talk and listen. I know this because YOU HAVE. But I don’t even know what to ask for. I’m broken in a way that is complicated and confusing, even to me. I am floundering and  am so used to putting on a happy face that it is the only thing I can do while I sort out the reasons for this valley in my life.

I know that part of Healing is hurting. Letting myself just feel all the emotions that I need to, even when they steal my breath or batter my self esteem. A broken bone needs to be set, ibuprofen needs to be taken, and any good orthopedist will tell you , “time is the most important thing”.

Like anyone else nursing a broken limb, I am sore and being gentle with that part of myself.

So like it or not, I just need to wait while my heart, my self esteem, my broken dreams, heal.

It’s not going to be easy, but the other two words that I chose are standing by.

My Novel is winking at me, the words actually bouncing around my brain and some days, when the clouds lift a little, they find their way to paper. Cameron and Angela are gently nudging me, as friends will, to just write. They are right, of course. When I do write, it fills the spaces of nothingness and reminds me why I do it in the first place. I will reinvent myself at the end of this.

Plus I am trying to Nourish myself through this lull.

I sleep when I need it, I eat the cupcake, I wear the heels, I hug the boys and reach out to my village when I need them.  God love them, they hear me rage, they see me crumble, they listen to me cry and ache, and they bring me back, loving me through all the stuff.  I know that I am loved, even when I am feeling anything but that particular emotion.

And thankfully, February(and a birthday) is right around the corner.



It’s our LINK UP for JUST.BE.ENOUGH this week.
We are asking you if you’ve picked your word for the year and if so how are you doing with your goals for that word?
the Link will be open until Friday and we encourage you to share your word and story with us.


Just Be Enough: I’ll Show You Mine, If You Show Me Yours


 I told you, I don’t make RESOLUTIONS or say that I’m going to live another way this year as oppossed to last.

But one thing I do love, with all my heart, are WORDS.

Quotes and phrases, sentences and expressions that communicate who I am and what I’m made of.

When Elena asked me to join JUST.BE.ENOUGH  in the summer of 2011 I had no idea how much it would enhance my friendships,  my writing and my life. It seems every post I end up writing there helps me to see myself more clearly, to come face to face with a fear or something I fancy.

It was Life Changing.

I have learned more about myself by writing for JUST BE ENOUGH than by other words I’ve shared here in this space.

So being a part of that community of writers and friends was joyful for me, it was a good, empowering place. However, just any other person or personal space, it needed to grow and expand recently.

In order for our voices to be strong and purposeful, we needed to add more voices.

A CHORUS of them if you will.

Just. Be.Enough has become a CORNUCOPIA of women and their voices.

You can over (CLICK RIGHT HERE) and see all the new faces.

I, for one, cannot wait to see how their words, their STORIES are going to change my own.

In addition to that, as contributors to the site, we’ve each come up with a TRIO of Words that will be the roadmap for our journey this year. Now, I’m ok with this  because they are not resolutions, they are merely lexemes for the places that my life will take me in the next twelve months.

I feel compelled to say that although it’s not a word I chose for that journey that LOVE is always at the heart of my travels. If I had to pick a word every year that would be at the center of my life, it would always be those 4 letters.

But in order to enhance this adventure, on the way to being enough, I chose:


Yes, it’s true that I’d love to see one of my stories Self Published this year , but I also love this word becuase it talks about being UNIQUE, INNOVATIVE and NEWFANGLED (what a great word!). I hope that even the small changes that I’ll be making in my writing and over at JBE will inspire even more of you to BREAK NEW GROUND.


I think we all think about eating when we hear this word, but for me it’s about attending to someone or something. Whether it’s my friendships, my beautiful sons, my skin during these cold NorthEast winters or my own soul, I want to nurture each one of them to be the best they can be. One of my favorite things to do is to ENCOURAGE and SUPPORT someone else, my hope is to push others to do that too. Many times I learn that in NURTURING someone else, my own life is enhanced and there is no greater gift than that.


I spent a lot of time choosing my last word. I will always be  an optimist and dreamer down at my core. In that vain I used to think that there was shame in feeling any kind of HURT, that while somethings might not turn out the way I wanted or happen in my own timeframe, there was much to be grateful for. However, I’m learning that some tears are too deep, some dreams that are ripped from you need time to recover and some disappointments (in situations or people) are just beyond ignorning. There are some parts of me that need to mend, they need time and care in order to heal. I also hope I can use my own  words to repair the hearts, dreams and smiles of the women/men of my village when they need it. All of us are broken, in one way or another, I feel like the best medicine is to give LOVE to one another.


Please go over and see the new website of Just Be Enough, (it’s gorgeous!!!) and then because I showed you minetell me your word/words for this year.

Hoping we can all learn from each other in 2013.


The gorgeous WORDLE that Elena made up of the JBE staff words for 2013. *LOVE*



 Something else I found online and had to share:

“I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.

Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re Doing Something.

So that’s my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody’s ever made before. Don’t freeze, don’t stop, don’t worry that it isn’t good enough, or it isn’t perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.

Whatever it is you’re scared of doing, Do it.

Make your mistakes, next year and forever.”  -Neil Gaiman.

I Can…Say Your Name





It took me four years to get Pregnant with Giovanni and Jacob.

Years where my faith was tested, my hopes were dashed and my spirit was emptied month after month, cycle after cycle and year after year.

When my sons were born my one and only prayer was, “Please don’t take them from me.”

It is a prayer I still say every night and every morning as I kiss tiny heads and accept tiny hugs.

I am a parent now and my children are a part of my heart, part of the very fiber of my being.

I believe in God.



I consider Him my maker, my heavenly Father and most importantly , my Friend.

Like all friendships, mine and God’s has had its ups and downs. I have tearfully thanked Him for the blessings he bestowed on my life, I have debated Him without censor, a voice full of judgment and swearing about the evils and injustice of our world, of MY world and I have sobbed in unison with Him as we saw those evils take place.

I have never shied away from asking WHY of Him, even when I know the answers might not be the ones I want or given to me in the timeframe that I would choose.


Free will.

Two words , two gifts I believe He gives me as a human being and as His friend. Some choose the most horrific way in which to unwrap and use them.

I am reeling from the news out of Sandy Hook.

I am angry with my Friend.

I want Him to explain Himself.

I want the answers I know He might never give me.

Like most of you I feel helpless, I want to hear the voice and see the faces of everyone I love, I want to hug and comfort the very people of the world. I want to believe that love can always conquer the dark, that light will always find a way into the black corners. Mostly, I want to hold and be held, I want to feel the DIVINE peace instead of the hurt, sorrow and utter disbelief that is keeping me awake far into the night.

With every news report, with every horrific detail my faith in other human beings plummets and I am left to wonder if the optimism and trust with which I have lived 42 years of my life isn’t just a cockeyed way of looking at the world. Finding the good in every situation, noticing the admirable in another person, searching for the positive among so many negatives has given so much joy in my life. I have never truly regretted putting my faith in anyone or anything, if my heart told me it was right.

Yet, the past few days that part of me feels violated and bruised.

My prayers have mixed with a M’lynn style cry, of “I just want to know WHY!” as my faith is once again being tested.

Deep down, I know that my role here on earth is not one of great importance. Other voices will say it better, other hearts will feel it deeper, other words will tell the story.

Instead what I offer is the love, faith and trust I pour into the world that I can only hope will help it heal.

I can do that.

I can support, comfort, pray.

I can help to build my village, hold my community and work to never forget the women and children who were taken so quickly and violently away from us.

God gave me the gifts of love and empathy.

I choose to unwrap and use them to start the healing of our hearts.

Today, I can and will, repeat the names of “my sisters and “our children” who said goodbye too soon.

My prayer today, asking my Friend, my Heavenly Father to offer Love, Peace and Comfort to the families of






















Anne Marie




 And  beg him to hold us all in the Palm of His hand as we begin the long road back to Love.


saying I can | JustBeEnough


Being a Member of JUST.BE.ENOUGH has given me so much joy this year. It is a communtity that truly lifts me up and makes me smile.

I thank Elena for bringing us all together and my fellow “Enoughers” for challenging and inspiring me day after day.

This month’s link up post is I CAN.

On any other day, I suppose I would choose to tell you a different story about my gifts and my abilities, but the one thing that I know I can do, with my whole heart, is LOVE.

Right or wrong, misguided or naive, I stand in my own skin, knowing that I have a capacity for Love, Forgiveness and Empathy.

I just wish that I didn’t need to use them to this end, to mourn 20 babies (Will I ever stop crying about those babies?) and 6 beautiful women that gave their lives to protect the others.






Just Be Enough: Saying THANK YOU


Something that has always puzzled me all my life is why, when I am in special need of help,

the good deed is usually done by somebody on whom I have no claim.  ~William Feather


The Simple truth is that I have been having a really hard time being “ENOUGH” the past nine months.

It’s been a very long time since I felt so down, depressed and blue and the more I have tried to dig myself out of it the less I like myself.

But this week, as we are GRATEFUL and THANKFUL, I want to find the place where I am not hiding behind the facade of happiness.

I’d like my smiles to be less forced, my heart to be lighter and my gratitude to be genuine.


Silent gratitude isn’t much use to anyone~G.B. Stern


It’s interesting to me that there can be so many people that can think the world of you, respect your feelings and lift you higher and yet if there is one person who doesn’t, it colors every picture you paint. I recently lost a friend, someone who meant a great deal to me, and it is affecting my self worth and self esteem in ways that are hurting me very much.

A few nights ago, again unable to sleep, unable to hide from my own thoughts, I thought about how about the other people in my life are gifts. Last week, on a day that tore me apart from the inside out, and without asking for it, I got phone calls, I got love from places that had no wordly right to offer it to me and I had a few moments of feeling worthy. There was a card in my mailbox, there was a voicemail on my phone from a friend I hadn’t talked to in 2 years and Lisa called, told me to stay home from work and knocked on my door. She let me cry for 20 minutes, she took me shopping and talked me down from a very high ledge.

I felt like I was being taken care of, in spite of myself.

I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks.  ~William Shakespeare

Over the weekend, I hugged my brother and sister, I ate Thanksgiving dinner with family, I decorated the house for Christmas and I tried very hard to just remember that I have lots of amazing people in my life that do think I’m worthy. Even if I’m not quite there yet.

So if you are here and reading this post today, THANK YOU.

Thank you for always leaving me such wonderful comments.

Thank you for helping me through my infertility, my IVF, my bed rest and my twin pregnancy.

Thank you for letting me try new things here like fiction and giving me good/honest feedback.

Thank you for contributing your stories to Proud Mommy/Daddy Moments.

Thank you for supporting me when I truly need it.

Thank you for giving me the gift of friendship, even when I’m not being a very good friend.

Thank you for just being here, in my corner.


How far that little candle throws his beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
~William Shakespeare


Because if you are here, it means that I mean something to you and today, in my heart, I appreciate that more than you will ever know.

You are my VILLAGE & my COMMUNITY.

It is YOU that teaches me about BEING ENOUGH every single day.

I hope you all know how much you mean to me, today and always.


I would thank you from the bottom of my heart, but for you my heart has no bottom. 

 ~Author Unknown

In honor of this Thanksgiving week, we at JUST.BE.ENOUGH are asking you to write about what you are thankful for and linking up with us.

We’d love to have you join us!!!



Just Be Enough: The Non-Planner’s Guide to the Future


I don’t plan.
I have family and friends that love to buy me calendars and encourage me to “use them”.

I hate writing on calendars,  mostly because I’d rather just look at them and make up a story from the pictures. Instead I use Outlook as much as I can and do my very best to remember that I’m going to see Lisa next week, I have  a guest post due in 2 days and my mom’s anniversary is this month. It hardly fails me, I can keep a lot in this blonde head (believe it or not) but the actual exercise of making a plan gives me hives.

My life, this one I’m living, did NOT go according to plan.

At all.

I flunked out of college on the first try and needed to go back and finish.

Yet, I met the best friends of my life when I did. Got the best education in life and am smarter today because of it.

I didn’t marry the first man I had sex with or lived with or thought I would marry, instead I watched everyone in my life tie the knot before I found myself at 33 and finally walking down an aisle.

Yet, I walked that aisle knowing myself inside and out.

My body betrayed me when I wanted to bring children into our life. I spent 4 years of my life wondering why God hated me, wondering if I would ever be called “Mommy”.

Yet, the infertility made me a better person, a more patient, HOPEFUL, abiding woman. A thoughtful, empathetic friend and someone who knew firsthand that miracles do happen.

I stopped asking  “Now what?” a long time ago.

Some of that decision was made because I knew that asking the universe that question could very well  lead to the other shoe dropping.


My dreams went up in smoke.

My relationships ended.

My dad died suddenly and left me  feeling sad and lost.


Pregancy.Bed rest. Twins.

Like any cockeyed optimist I greeted each of these  moments with a teary smile and plowed through them, making lemonade of my lemons . 

But underneath was the knowledge that the the most important lesson I was being taught was that I couldn’t plan.

No amount of writing it down, pounding it out, looking into the future was going to make it come true on my timetable. There were so many contingencies and “what ifs” that it made it hard for me to put any faith in that, so what I did instead was just LIVE.

I took a breath every day, even when it was painful, even when I was sure that I wouldn’t (or couldn’t) survive it and I closed my eyes night after night with the HOPE that tomorrow would/could be better.

I have always said that I could survive anything if I just knew the outcome, the getting there was unimportant to me, as long as I knew what was waiting on the other side.

So I don’t ask, “What Now?” anymore.

I say “Why not?” and “Who Says?”

 Remembering that when I don’t plan, the most  wonderful, amazing, fantastic things have happened and I never saw them coming. I remember that in order to make the most of my life, I just have to be who I am.

I just have to  show up…and SMILE.

and then wait to see what happens.


Inviting you to link with JUST BE ENOUGH this month and our prompt “WHAT NOW?”

there is also a giveaway available if you do…so what are you waiting for?

One lucky reader has the chance to win their own copy of Big Butts, Fat Thighs, And Other Secrets To Success: Empowering Women to be Real in Business and in Life by Laura Black. To enter you may (each thing counts as one entry):

  1. Link up with this month’s Be Enough Me Prompt: “Now What?”
  2. Comment with your own reaction to “Now What?”

A winner will be chosen on Monday, October 1st at 5:00 pm (EST). The winner will be notified by email and must respond with a US mailing address by Wednesday October 2nd at 9 am (EST) or a new winner will be chosen.







Just Be Enough: Listening


My journey to become a mother was a long one, a sad one (at times) but it is truly one of the greatest adventures of my life.

Back in February, I wanted to share some of that story in my own words, to leave a piece of it for Giovanni & Jacob to see and hear.

I was chosen as part of LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER for the NYC CAST.

If I was gone today, one of the things that I will remember is the feeling of being able to meet the women (and Man) of this group.

 Of being able to read my words, in my favorite city and to know that I have done something worthy, something incredible, something lasting.

It was life changing and life altering, it brought friends into my life that I know will be there forever, it taught me the power of a story and  hug, it gave me immeasurable happiness.


May seems like it was such a long time ago and waiting for these vidoes was a practice in patience and hope.

Very similar to the infertility that brought my sons into this world.

Now the videos of our readings are LIVE.


I’ve watched it a few times and I while I still love my hair and dress from that day, I am not happy at how fast I read or how nervous I sound.

I was thrilled. I was overjoyed. I was honored.

I still am.

I hope that part shines through, but either way, I am just glad that I have this memory…this momento to share with all of you.

When I see this video, I know that no matter what, I am enough “Mommy” for my beautiful boys and perhaps, ENOUGH woman, writer, person for the world.




Thank you, my friends, for supporting and loving me on my journey.

(and please check out all the videos of all the amazing women/men who read with the

 Listen To Your Mother Casts of  2012 on YouTube,

their stories will touch you in so many ways.)





It started with a meme link and turned into a place of standing taller, feeling better, being ENOUGH.

JUST.BE.ENOUGH is a year old.

Elena, our fearless leader, has created a supportive and encouraging site that teaches us , every day, about the power of a shared experience.

I love being a writer for Just Be Enough, I love lending my voice to this community of self awareness and love for each other’s journey.

Just Be Enough, has taught me the power of myself, that even in my weakest, most vulnerable moments, I am…ENOUGH.


Over on the JBE site, Elena  (amazing mentor and woman)  had asked us to create a self portrait and explain why it represented us.

I, of course, sent 2, because I always have a really hard time making up my mind about things.(Shocker)

 I come from the camp of “better to have too many, than not enough” but Elena made me choose.

I did and you can see that picture over at our home site today.

Yet, the other picture clearly defines me too.

So I’ll share it with you, in this space today, to celebrate the year of BEING ENOUGH that we’ve all been a part of.


At BlogHer12 I was taught a lot of lessons about being enough. I learned the power of a HUG, a word, a shared moment.

While sitting on the floor late into the night on Saturday, I met an incredible woman. A woman with a huge smile and a great laugh. She knew one of my roommates, she was introduced and I learned that she drew, ANIMATED is a better word.

Jc Little of The Animated Woman.

She loved my shoes, she heard about my crush on cupcakes and she opened her iPad and began to sketch. 

this is the GIFT she gave me…



it’s AMAZING isn’t it?
We sat on the floor as she drew and the whole mess of us talked..

about the colors, about the cupcake, about the cherry, about that incredible shoe.

The people who had hugged and loved me all weekend gave their input and helped her “draw” this amazing gift…for me.


Once she was done, tears freely flowing down my cheeks mixed with the big ass smile on my face, I just took a deep breath.

It wasn’t animation of me…but it was.

It was everything I’d like to think represents me.

Like a little Black Dress, it’s Cute, Comfortable and Classic




I like to think I LIFT OTHER PEOPLE UP, like a beautiful stiletto.

There is something special about seeing yourself the way others do, I was humbled with the way this woman (who had only known me a few minutes) saw me and thought I was ENOUGH to take the time and “draw”.

At the end of an incredible weekend, I was shown, ONCE AGAIN, how I touch others’ lives.

It was a realization that was as SWEET as the cupcake with the cherry on top.


Please visit the Just.Be.Enough site today and help us celebrate.

and it would be great if you took a self portrait of yourself and linked up…we’d love to see the way you see yourself.




Just Be Enough: I’m Every Color?


This week at JUST.BE.ENOUGH the prompt is

“Something I secretly like about myself”


I got an email last week from my amazing friend Tiina.

She has been reading my drafts for Gathering Buttercups before I hit publish and visiting me here at my desk to see what part of the fiction is actually rooted in a story from my past with my BFF Lisa (who I am writing Gathering Buttercups for) or another tale from my times before husband, infertility, twins and responsibilities.

She is fantastic listener, a wise adviser and she laughs at my silliest memories.

She is  (and she’ll hate me for writing it but whatevs…) : An awesome human being.

Yet, she and I are as different as night and day, ketchup and mustard, fiction and non-fiction. She will shake her head at me and say “Kir, only you could see it like that.” and I just look at her, all “big deer eyes in the headlights and wonder..‘whatever do you mean?'”

So when we were discussing a part of the story that didn’t ring true for her, or for reality in general she sent me an email that explained the way she saw me:

I think of people as boxes of crayons. Most men/women  are a box of 8, 16 if they are lucky.  They couldn’t possibly conceive of ideas drawn by someone with a box with more crayons – they don’t have the palette.  I’m lucky – I may be a box of 64 with the built-in sharpener, but I married a designer.  He’s at least a box of 32! 

You, my beautiful girl, are a limited edition box of 128 with the built in drawing table and collectors case.  You can’t conceive of others not being able to understand what you see. 

Reading this my eyes welled up and my heart just burst open. It was more than the reference or the thought behind it,instead what I wanted to believe more than anything was that it might be true. That when I am emotional, empathetic, “too much Kir“,  maybe it’s a product of me just being able to view the world in so many different colors that I don’t have a empty space that I don’t how to paint. When I wonder if there is something wrong with me or that my view of the world is something that people just laugh at or pat me on the head about, this gave hope that while I might be different and colorful  there is nothing wrong with that.

The truth is that for me, it’s not just BLUE or RED or YELLOW because I love cerulian and azure, crismon and raspberry, canary and sunflower a whole lot better.

Tiina is never going to understand (well maybe now she will) how much it meant to me to get this email, but I truly hope that she knows that what she gave me was more than an explanation.

It was a deep wonderful look into the kaleidoscope of my deep mushy heart that allowed me to see something that I secretly like about myself: The ability to see all the colors.  



Next week’s Prompt:

A Path Not Taken

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Thank you Tiina, for….well for everything my friend!!!


Just Be Enough: Who Me?


 “What helps you live like a Champion?”


Champion is not a word that I identify with.

Champions“, eat their WHEATIES and get Gold Medals. Champions also sweat and exercise, they live to push themselves physically and mentally.

I tend to scoff at that kind of exertion and sit down on the couch with my remote. While most of you are lacing up your sneakers and talking about the rush and adrenaline of RUNNING, I slap my inner Forrest Gump and admit that I’d rather do pretty much ANYTHING before I ran on purpose to anywhere.

So for me to think outside the box for this week’s prompt, I thought about what makes ME a champion?

What lights me up, what fuels me and pushes me to be my best self?

Motherhood, Writing, Building a Community that loves, cares & shares.

Back in January a lot of you were choosing a word to describe your year, the word that you hoped you would help you to live your best life and define your choices.

I didn’t pick a word back then, I normally don’t like to plan too far ahead for fear that I won’t measure up to my own expectations.

Yet, this year has been amazing. Even without a word to define it.

And like all amazing things, I know that it won’t last, that I should enjoy every single moment of it until it fades away like a hazy oasis.

So I think I’m a champion because I know that.

I know that life is sometimes all FATE, LUCK & HAPPY SURPRISES you never saw coming and you should grab them while you can. They don’t always last, but when you are in the middle of them (when the wind is blowing through your hair, the words are flowing, the hugs are plentiful or the pain is masked by pleasure) you need to REJOICE in that feeling.

Sometimes hard work just isn’t what is needed, the sweat and tears can be reserved for another time. Sometimes you just need a heart that believes in the miracle of the unexpected.

 I often wonder if I am really good at anything. Being mediocre and normal seems to come naturally to me and I’m OK with that. I don’t push to be bigger or better than anyone else, I like to sit in the pond and jump to each lily pad, knowing that I’m part of something much more special by being one of many.

I don’t think that makes me much of a Champion in the conventional sense, but even the Olympics have teams, relays and synchronized swimming where you need to be a part of a group that helps each other reach the finish line.

And living my life like that makes me feel like a winner.

“If you’re a champion, you have to have it in your heart.” -Chris Evert


Next week’s Prompt:

When Enough is Not Enough

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Around the Bonfire and the Blogosphere


 There are some bloggers that just make me smile (and even a little envious) with how much they accomplish and what they teach me.

Gigi of Kludgy Mom is one of those people for me.

Supportive, Lovely, Funny, SMART and pretty too.

A while ago, an email landed in my inbox, and I was sure that I was on it by accident. I read it and shook my head and then proceeded to grab a day to spend AROUND THE BONFIRE with Gigi and her terrific summer series before she changed her mind.

I loved (LOVED) the idea of writing as a way of sitting around a big ole bonfire with all of you and pouring my heart out. I loved thinking that we could get to know eachother, no matter what stage our life was in, this way.

I am over at Gigi’s place talking about those WHAT IF’s in our lives and wondering if you feel  the way like I do about the things you were sure had  passed you by? What if they landed in your life today? What if your “WHAT IF”, was possible?

Please come over to Gigi’s today and you can tell me all about it.


I am also helming Wordless/Wordful Wednesday over at Just.Be.Enough about summer, fairytales and the healing power of Daydreams. I hope you can skip over there too.


As always, having you here to read my words is such a gift, hope you’re having a fantastic week.