They say age is just a number… I’ll be turning 60 on Easter Sunday. I don’t feel sixty. Okay, sometimes I do, but most of the time I don’t. It doesn’t seem that long ago when my daughter enlightened me by telling me I was middle-aged. Of course, I found that hard to believe. I…

In life, we don’t know what each day will bring. We’d like to think we can plan and have a pretty good picture of our future, but deep down we know the outcome can be quite different than anything we’d anticipated. We have an image in our head, much like seeing a scene on the…

Patchwork to Healing Book 3 in the York Harbor Series Novels You’ve heard the expression: never have I ever; those words could not be truer for me. Never had I ever imagined that when I first started writing in 2016, that I would by 2019 have my first novel published, let alone three.   Patchwork…

My last few blogs were about the seasons of our soul. This season that I find myself in is that of waiting. Waiting for me has always been the hardest part of anything. Being patient and having no control over a situation is difficult. Even if I know I have no actual control, the pure…

It’s late in the winter season. We’ve weathered storms of mighty strength, and yet there is a stillness. The powerful winds of change are stirring. Nature is ready but waiting. Everything seems frozen and dead, but life is ever-so-gently unfolding in their secret places.  Our sanctuary We too have secret places: sanctuaries, if you will,…

I think of these last six years as a great fight in the boxing ring of life. The announcer roars “And now, in center ring–” the crowd goes wild waiting for the match to begin, the fighters face off to determine their fate. But in this match, I don’t wear the boxing gloves. And I’m…

Have you ever imagined the possibilities that exist in your life? I mean really imagined them? Do you realize that we, as ordinary people, can become extraordinary? You’ve heard the expression…the sky’s the limit. Anything is possible, if you truly believe, but here’s the thing…we’ve got to put the work in to make it happen. …

As a New Englander, I fully embrace this time of year. Perhaps I’m biased with the joy of living in New Hampshire as the leaves turn to brilliant red, gold, and yellow. The splendor of this season rejuvenates my soul and brings me to a place of peace and reflection. We are all, in a…

What do you see when you look in the mirror? We often wear a mask to hide what’s brewing inside of us. When there is a turbulent undercurrent that dwells just below the surface—that we can’t come to terms with—we wish to bury or hide it from others; we put on a smile to reflect…