Walking in the Shoes of the Depressed

Sometimes I sit and “ponder” (one of my favorite words) on a particularly dark and cloudy day.  You know, one of those days that makes you want to sleep in and not deal with life.  I wonder, “is this kind of what it is like to be depressed?”  As a...

Love in the Form of Pasta

I am convinced that one of the main things we are supposed to learn…to train ourselves about here on this earth is “Love”. Sounds simple, right? LOVE.   But we are supposed to learn to recognize it in its many different forms. For...

Walking in the Shoes of the Depressed

Sometimes I sit and “ponder” (one of my favorite words) on a particularly dark cloudy day.  You know, one of those days that makes you want to sleep in and not deal with life.   I wonder “is this kind of what it is like to be depressed?”  As a...

Being called “Ma’am”

At 51, I am getting old.  Not just “older” or “mature”…but let’s be honest, I am getting old.  Now don’t worry, I am perfectly fine with that.  In fact, I kind of get a kick out of looking at my wrinkles and figuring out who or what to blame for...