Monthly Archives: March 2014

Self-Care April

I’m in a terrible funk.

I don’t know if it’s because of this never-ending winter (though I suspect that’s part of it.) I don’t know if it’s because of my unhealthy lifestyle over the past month (which came first – the bad mood or the bad food?) I don’t know if it’s because I’m burnt out (from what, I can’t say – I have no kids; I like my job; and I’ve come to epitomize “lazy Sunday”…every day of the week.)  Continue reading


Challenge Meditation

Om namah shivaya

I have a singing bowl too, but I haven’t unlocked its mysteries yet.

When I get busy or stressed, it seems like the first things to go from my to-do list are the things that will make my heart feel a little bit lighter, the things that will make the stress just a little bit less.

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Friday Reads: A House In The Sky

A House in the SkyI was (almost entirely) wrong about Amanda Lindhout.

It’s probably not a very popular opinion to express, but back in 2008 when I learned that Amanda had been kidnapped while working as a freelance journalist in Somalia, my first thought was, “That poor girl – but what did she think would happen?”

Amanda didn’t deserve to be kidnapped, tortured, and raped – no one in the world does – but I couldn’t help but feel her naivety had led her into an impossible situation, one that would cause suffering to the people who would have to bail her out. Continue reading

Friday Reads: The Way of Kings

My taste in fantasy is so specific that it’s almost a problem. Mostly, I like character-driven series set in a vaguely medieval world – castles, lush forests, kings and queens, royal intrigue, magic, epic quests, that whole deal – and while I’ll tolerate huge battle scenes (because it seems I must), I’d choose a good rags-to-riches story above all else if given the chance. Oh, and dragons. Lots and lots of dragons.  Continue reading

The First Step is Admitting You Have a Problem

I didn’t really know how to deal with life when I gave up drinking two and a half years ago. Wine was my go-to coping mechanism for any up or down I faced. I drank to celebrate, and I drank to forget. I drank when I was bored or lonely or unhappy or angry or stressed or shy, and when I was none of those things.  Continue reading