Yes, it’s true. I named my car. Her name is Princess Leia. Princess, for short. Why this name? Well, her GPS voice sounds like a princess. But more importantly, her regular passenger is Yoda (I almost said Yoda regularly rides Princess Leia, but people, please, I know you well and not only would I have to […]
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“Who Am I?”  This has been a burning question for me throughout my life. I can’t be the only one tormented by this question, can I? Do others easily recognize and embrace their true essence? Or do most people just ignore the question and complacently accept the status quo? Oh how I wish I could live in that […]
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Several times over the past month my friend Chuck has observed how important security is to me. Â Security in business and knowing I’ll have a paycheck. Â Security in relationships and knowing friends and business partners will have my back, just as I’ll always have theirs. Â Security with my savings account and knowing it’s building and […]
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   My travel companion in life and on this road trip is Yoda, a Boxer/French Bulldog/Large Munsterlander mix who rescued me 6 years ago when I was reeling from a broken heart. “Yoda” in Sanskrit means “warrior,” an appropriate name because he was a little warrior by surviving on the streets before we found […]
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I’ve never really been a fan of road trips. Being trapped in a small space with another person amongst discarded banana peels and junk food wrappers for hours upon hours isn’t really my idea of fun. My first big road trip was junior year of college when my boyfriend Bob and I drove from Madison, […]
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I’ve had it with the tears. And yes, I’m talking about mine. Just about anything can set me off. This morning it was a video of dolphins and whales playing in the waves set to Little River Band’s “Cool Change” (thank you Angela!). This afternoon it was a bright-eyed 20-something unloading a velvet-cushioned chair out […]
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