tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55805301788563865642024-10-24T11:02:49.059-04:00Just telling it like it is...Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06309921909159051676noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580530178856386564.post-79729050298567537832015-10-14T08:45:00.001-04:002015-10-14T08:45:22.879-04:00

Help Me by Taking This Survey Please!: Tufts Gordon Institute MSEM Product Survey - Grocery Shopping App

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06309921909159051676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580530178856386564.post-70485997327474998202015-01-08T22:32:00.000-05:002015-01-10T15:54:35.106-05:00

"...and that visibility which makes us most vulnerable is that which also is the source of our greatest strength." - Audre Lorde

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06309921909159051676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580530178856386564.post-7065325601462718662013-05-06T20:34:00.001-04:002013-05-06T20:35:00.424-04:00

Turned another year older last month.  And I'm surprising myself every day with who I am turning out to be.   I recently told someone very close to me that this is quite possibly the happiest I've ever been in my life with myself and who I am.  Yet, here in a quiet moment at sunset in solitude I'm wondering why. I find myself in the company of people I never imagined would be

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06309921909159051676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580530178856386564.post-43350321648483372122013-01-03T13:00:00.002-05:002013-01-03T13:00:45.531-05:00

It's been a long time since I last posted - and a lot of goings on have gone on.  I'm setting out to start writing more - we'll see if I can hang with it. One of my serious resolutions of this year is to be more vulnerable - this is one of the vehicles that helps me get there. So buckle up...it's gonna be a fun ride.

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06309921909159051676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580530178856386564.post-78327252113011574482011-04-24T17:09:00.001-04:002011-04-24T17:09:01.246-04:00

Today I turn another day older. Today I perform the obligatory "Taking Stock" of my life, looking at my accomplishments, my mistakes, my happiness level and my trajectory. The inevitable comparison of the prior year's same metrics makes my mind stumble through all the senses I deployed over the last year. Tripping up and tripping over all the obstacles in my path I figured there could not

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06309921909159051676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580530178856386564.post-44865429839388824302011-04-03T19:39:00.000-04:002011-04-03T19:39:57.792-04:00

Sometimes I want something to happen so badly that I put a lot of energy into making it happen...but when I do that, it usually means there is no way in hell it is going to happen.   Here's exactly why: http://twogirlstakeonlove.com/2010/09/19/slow-down-to-speed-up-2/

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06309921909159051676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580530178856386564.post-10791589271488475072011-03-21T22:08:00.000-04:002011-03-21T22:08:24.858-04:00

This isn't a post about the socio-economic ramifications of Facebook - but it seems I've attended more reunions in the last 12 months than The Who and considering the reviews of their last reunion tour, I'm not sure what to think. Facebook has allowed many of us to get in touch with people who knew us when we were children, presumably before the world had it's way with us and spit us out a fully

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06309921909159051676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580530178856386564.post-31264060701259622922010-11-16T09:10:00.004-05:002010-11-16T09:16:06.522-05:00

I'm somewhere between NY and MA, up in the sky looking down at the little dots that are towns, neighborhoods, homes. On my way home from what will surely be another happy memory in my catalogue of happy memories. I'm a story teller and my stories come from the catalogue in my head, to be recounted in the appropriate circumstance (sometimes inappropriate), helping me to connect with someone,

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06309921909159051676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580530178856386564.post-26906546888623507322010-10-22T22:03:00.002-04:002010-10-22T22:17:28.285-04:00

Sometimes very emotional subjects that come up can change our outlook on our lives, our relationships, the way we see the people in our lives. I find that when an emotional event takes place I initially go into survival mode, fight or flight. Past experiences have almost always been fight cuz running away is just not my style. Although sometimes sticking around to fight is a form of running away

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06309921909159051676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580530178856386564.post-5949395582658100892010-07-31T09:18:00.000-04:002010-07-31T09:18:39.796-04:00

So I'm not Buddhist but I like the idea of being Buddhist...and I make lame attempts at meditation on a somewhat regular basis, listen to Bad Buddhist Radio - cuz, well it seems fitting, and generally attempt to get my head around the various tenets of this practice. The thing I keep forgetting is one of the "Five Remembrances"...while I might have them memorized, that fourth one I keep learning

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06309921909159051676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580530178856386564.post-60628550626593020882010-07-16T15:49:00.000-04:002010-07-16T15:49:04.997-04:00

Four years ago I went through a pretty bad breakup of my longest relationship (approx 8.5 years give or take).  I have to say, other than burying my mother, it was the hardest thing I've ever gone through in my adult life.  In fact, I seriously thought I was going to die, I wanted to die, I wished for something to happen to me that would just put me out of my misery. 

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06309921909159051676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580530178856386564.post-6012118059908882962010-07-08T10:04:00.001-04:002010-07-08T10:04:49.579-04:00

There are three kinds of business in this world - My business, Your business and the Universe's business.  I don't know many people who are masters at staying in their own business. I think it's a logical progression from this premise that it's impossible to control someone else's business no matter how much we might try to...and the business of the Universe, well, you're a gerbil on a

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06309921909159051676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580530178856386564.post-48822038571600874682010-07-02T09:10:00.000-04:002010-07-02T09:10:43.552-04:00

Sometimes you just have to say NO...no to being friends with an ex, no to friends who conveniently disappear when the shit hits the fan...no to friends who try not to pick sides and will swear up and down they're not doing so, but you have only to look at their actions and you see their true being.  No to people who repay your hospitality with a knife in the ribs. Sometimes things have to

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06309921909159051676noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580530178856386564.post-38516552837870188692010-06-01T11:19:00.000-04:002010-06-01T11:19:09.247-04:00

Let me set the scene - recent breakup with the woman I hoped one day to be mother to my child, just buried my mother yesterday...and here I was, speeding down Route 6 to the Lower Cape like there was an answer to all my questions waiting there for me to dig up in the dunes. It's a jaunt I make annually to be with people I love and that love me anyways even for all my faults, including the

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06309921909159051676noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580530178856386564.post-80313986394851279412010-04-24T20:04:00.003-04:002010-04-24T20:42:14.427-04:00

So, I feel like most of the time I'm walking around in someone else's skin...like I'm looking out from eyeballs that I stole from some nice person who wasn't using them at the time.  What's more this nice person is in her forties, owns a business and a home.  Seriously, I have to pinch myself to make sure it's actually me inside.  The "me" inside is a small kid, a prankster

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06309921909159051676noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580530178856386564.post-554989637869523932010-02-04T19:34:00.002-05:002010-02-04T19:37:53.054-05:00

Some of you may know that my parents live in New Hampshire - Tamworth, NH to be exact. My mother has diabetes and she's been on dialysis for the last 3 years due to renal failure. My father has been her sole caregiver for that time and has done a tremendous job. But this year, my mother's condition seemed to get worse – she now suffers from dementia, cannot walk, and is completely incontinent.

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06309921909159051676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580530178856386564.post-21641994483366929922009-06-30T15:37:00.004-04:002009-06-30T15:57:32.679-04:00

I grew up in an Italian-American family. That being said, the nightly dinners of pasta, steak and garlic bread did wonders for my girlish figure. While I never had a weight problem until I hit my thirties, I learned very fast that in a house with three men that eat like horses, if you want to have any kind of dinner you better be the first in line and eat like you won't get a next meal. Forget

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06309921909159051676noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580530178856386564.post-45745048561465642682009-06-24T16:35:00.003-04:002009-06-29T09:12:11.879-04:00

For awhile now I've been reading blogs pretty religiously. The entrepreneur in me began thinking up all these great blogs I could write because I'm such a great writer and it goes without saying: Everyone wants my opinion. Did I say that?So being the crazy control freak perfectionist that I am, I promptly went out and bought about 5 books on the subject. I was going to be a blogger!I skimmed

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06309921909159051676noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580530178856386564.post-5438171181058497702009-06-13T18:00:00.000-04:002009-06-13T18:00:57.024-04:00

 

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06309921909159051676noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580530178856386564.post-16404407708252168092009-06-13T12:35:00.005-04:002009-06-13T12:49:58.828-04:00

This morning a legend died. Donna "Woody" Woodward, the rainbow mohawked, Pride Parade leading, motorcycle riding matriarch of the Moving Violations Motorcycle Club passed on to that great ride in the sky.It seems fitting that Boston Pride day should be the day that Woody makes her last journey.

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06309921909159051676noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580530178856386564.post-73206460856524484152008-06-05T20:30:00.000-04:002008-06-05T21:12:17.260-04:00

Years of therapy have not prepared me for this...I want my money back. This week I've had the gut-wrenching pleasure of spending more time with my family than I have in the past three years. Hmmm, that's how long I've been in therapy...coincidence? I think not. My father fell ill suddenly with what turned out to be a bad gall bladder...so he's in the hospital recovering from surgery while my two

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