Dream – Dream – Dream

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I agree with this quote. Wholeheartedly. I believe it is of integral importance to never stop dreaming, to feed your dreams and to give shame about our dreams the finger. I can’t tell you how often I hear people laugh and/or scoff when they acknowledge one of their dreams. The easy thing to do is…

Daisy Turns 2

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I named her after my mom’s nickname. My son bestowed the nickname upon my mom when he was around 2 or so. My mom had wanted to be called Lita. We’d been coaching him to call her Lita, the hispanic nickname for Abuelita, but he wouldn’t have it. He kept calling her something else, but…

The Power Of Focus

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I’ve started listening to Hay House Radio. It’s an app on the iphone. I’m mildly obsessed with most published Hay House authors and it is in fact my own dream to be published by them someday, so it seems appropriate for many reasons. Recently, I was listening to a show that was a compilation of…

Breaking free of shackles

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Day 34 Shackles of shame.. Shackles of fear… Shackles of humiliation… Shackles that hold you back… I used to be scared to raise my hand in class. I would desperately want to add something of value to the discussion, but I was convinced I didn’t have anything of value to add. When I would finally…

I am…

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The other day, I had a traumatizing mommy moment. Daisy, in all of her never-ending adorable-ness, stuck her hand under the dog while he was peeing. Yes, she intentionally stuck her little perfect baby hand into his stream of pee. She’s curious. She’s especially intrigued by liquids. This is normal, although — gag — a…

Can Love Incapacitate you?

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Is it possible that love can incapacitate you? We were driving to Austin to spend the holiday with my in-laws. And while they are great, they are a different family than my own. I had a nostalgic moment, recalling details about my own former holidays past that would never be the same as my mom…