Living the Sweet Life: The Scents of Our Life

The day my Nana died was as good a day as ever there could be.  She lived to 102 and was done.  A few hours earlier, I had been summoned by sister to “get here quickly,” but in reality, Nana wasn’t going anywhere until I arrived. She was a wonderfully grumpy old lady in those last years and was none...

Living the Sweet Life: There’s a Butterfly Over the Ocean

Have you ever just thought, “Tonight I will be in my bed?”  I know I sure have, and I can remember when I thought it, too. Let’s see . . .  I thought it when I was on stage on pointe in a solo and scared to death while in a dance company. I thought it when I was getting a root canal. I think I must...

Living the Sweet Life: I am going GREEN!  

You and I are nature. We are not some separate entity detached from it. We are in this world to make a positive impact, and it is when we lose our consecutiveness to nature, we essentially lose ourselves and our purpose. I wrote earlier this year about the last of the white rhino and how sad it is that we...

Living the Sweet Life: Finding Your “25”

Did you know that each one of us has about 25 talents tapped or untapped? Some of us find out about the first few during the first years of life, like being more adept at sports or fancying spending time lining things up and organizing. You remember either yourself or perhaps one of your children who always...

Living the Sweet Life: To be or not to be – angry that is!

Do you remember the last time you got really angry? I mean like blood pressure up and all sweaty and really, really mad? Did you know that anger spreads more virally than any other emotion? Expressing anger is super charging to your psyche, too. It’s not like sadness, fear or love. When you get all worked...

Living the Sweet Life: Finding Your Good Stuff

How’s your dream life? Mine is alive and well thank you very much! I think I probably have at least ten children’s books flowing around in this head of mine, and the numbers keep growing. There’s one where I am the head of a ship, and the ocean is filled with screaming babies.  Those littles are...

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