Is it love or is it addiction?

Let’s say there was a little girl who grew up with emotionally absent parents, who rarely had a good word for her. She grew up with an empty feeling and poor self-image from lack of nurturing and positive feedback. She felt unloved, unwanted and with an empty void, she couldn’t fill on her own. A […]

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Undeniable loneliness

As a child, I would often run very high fevers, especially when we went to the movies. It was absolute coincidence, yet my Dad started to fear taking me to the theatre at all. I don’t remember the pain I was in, but I do remember how my Dad and grandmother cared for me. The […]

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What love is not.

I’m in no way an expert in love, but I do know what hasn’t worked for me, or what I’ve seen in other relationships that hasn’t worked either. In this light, I am well aware that certain things don’t fall into the category of love.

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My epitaph…

What would you like your epitaph to be? Maybe, by thinking about it and putting it into as few characters as a tweet, it may help put your life into perspective. I know what mine would be and it goes back to when I was 27 years old. 

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The older, the more interesting people become.

The older we get, the more experiences we have to share. We are exciting books waiting to be read. Our chapters are longer, more intricate and interesting.  And as we share these stories with others, we are not only enriched by them but bond with others like never before because we may share similar experiences […]

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Taking life one step at a time.

I used to fret about tomorrow and worried about things that never materialized. I was trying to control the “what ifs” of life. Now that life has finally served me several very real foul-tasting dishes, I realize I can only tackle problems one step at a time.

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You can’t prepare for the future.

When I was a little girl, yes I once was, I had this habit of trying to foresee and get ready for future disasters. I thought that I could prepare myself for the worst by thinking ahead. This became a habit well into adulthood. And as I’ve found out, this is not a way to […]

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