I have become a devotee if Dina Proctor, author of best seller, “Madly Chasing Peace.” I stumbled upon her “3 x 3 meditation guide” several months ago and added it to my daily “to dos” with great results.
I just experienced what I hope will be my last chemotherapy treatment for a long, long time. It became necessary six months ago when I was blindsided by an ovarian cancer diagnosis. It was even more shocking to learn that illness can be the catalyst for more blessings than you can ever imagine.
All together now. Get off that sofa and park the Bon Bons. Just walking in place during the upcoming commercial break could be a ground breaking launch for a full fledged exercise program. (At least that’s what my friend, the Pilates instructor, tells me.)
My life just got even more simple. All my hair fell out this week.
Well all but a hank in the front which is kind of cute if you focus on it and ignore the rest of the head which I discovered is slightly “coned,” . (Yes, I’m have cone-heads in my family tree.)
If my hank falls, I’m thinking of super-gluing it on so I’ll have
I was born a skeptic. The weather man says it will snow and I scoff because frankly it typically only snows when there has been no mention of it in the forecast.
“The guvment guy” says he’s here to help and I let out a unladylike hoot, because we all know that’s unlikely.
But on the road to skepticism I’ve had to pass through the valley of