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I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for…. I’m sorry that I…. Apologizing is powerful. Apologizing instantly raises the energy of the interaction, so long as it’s sincere and not meant to manipulate. ’I’m sorry’ is something I pretty much use every day all throughout the day. There is always an instance where I was insensitive, there is [...] Sun shiney days are upon us. As soon as it finally stopped raining and got hot here in Vancouver, my daughter Lula says, ‘I wish it were winter.’ Now let me tell you, from a raised right here in Vancouver gal, this is like blasphemy. We WORSHIP the sun here; if any smidgen of sunlight [...] Here is a tip I’m learning about how to be a better parent. Take care of yourself by taking time for yourself. This means give yourself a good chunk of Time and your Present Awareness, your own Attention. Time to be alone and away from your children. Beg friends, hire a babysitter, ask MOM, or even [...] I wrote this a coupla months ago and for some reason didn’t post it…it’s a good time right now i guess. My mind of late has been on this topic of MEN more specifically Straight Men. They sure are interesting creatures. And in many ways, I do have compassion for all the roles that they [...] Wow, whatta miserable bitch i was before i went on vacation. Quite literally, the day before we left I was on the edge of my seat, hunched over with stomach flu cramps and surfing the web frantically for any information about the tsunami evacuation in Hawaii. Twitter is really the fastest place for second to [...] So right now I feel like I need to write but not sure where this is leading me. No major theme, except maybe about the kid that screams in all of us when it gets neglected. Nothing much, just a wee little topic. Don’t know why I wanna write about our kids, not the kids [...] December always brings about a great deal of ambivalence for me. Actually, it starts in November but December is the real count down to Christmas. I hate it, I love it, I hate it, I love it, I resent it, I don’t want to give anyone a damn thing, I want to give [...] When I was a child, I used to think that we were born into our families in order to be our parents’ servants. Y’know, child labour. No really, I really DID think that was my purpose for being alive, to serve these big people. Just a straggling [...] Last week Lula wanted to discuss the word RICH. When I said that the “cake was rich” while doling out a tiny sliver of my dark chocolate and espresso birthday cake, Lula said, “I thought that rich meant a lot of money.” I said, ” It’s more like a lot of good, like lots of [...] |
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