I was on sabbatical in Pacific Grove, California, one year ago today. Aspen and I spent the day at Pebble Beach, visiting the iconic Lone Cypress, often regarded as the most photographed tree in the world. The Lone Cypress stands as a powerful symbol of resilience and perseverance, thriving despite the harsh elements of its environment and enduring even through efforts to remove it from its precarious position.

Earlier today, I found myself sitting in my therapist’s office.

I think many of us share the misconception that the ideal way to live is by avoiding pain and seeking comfort above all else.

For much of my life, I held onto this belief myself.

Looking back, I realize I’ve lived a bold, adventurous life that […]

The Beatles played their first Seattle concert on August 21, 1964, with more than 14,000 excited fans packing the old Seattle Center Coliseum. Despite the electric atmosphere, the cheers were so loud that most of us couldn’t hear the music. I was there among the crowd, thanks to my Aunt Dorothy, who surprised my friend Jeannie and me with tickets for my birthday while I was visiting her in Washington that summer. The noise was intense. This concert was only the third stop on The Beatles’ inaugural U.S. tour and the first event ever held at the venue, originally built for the World’s Fair. The crowd’s volume was overwhelming. It made no difference to fans like me, who was only […]

Everyone assured me that my grief would ease after a year, but it only intensified.

I couldn’t help but wonder—was there something wrong with me?

On January 5, 2022, profound sorrow and a great sadness enveloped my life, leaving me silent for a long time. I withdrew from social interactions, rarely seeing anyone except during brief encounters at the local grocery store or on an occasional walk with Aspen. When I did cross paths with someone, a polite hug might be exchanged, but words were scarce. Being around others was challenging for me. I feared that any conversation might rip open the fragile scab over my wounded heart.

We all experience the loss of loved ones throughout our lives. For most, time eventually […]

Reflecting on the future as I start year 72.

As I celebrated the completion of 71 years yesterday, I viewed the world with new eyes. It wasn’t a naive optimism but a clear realization that I have reached an advanced age. This awareness has brought about unexpected changes in me, particularly as I ponder what lies ahead.

For decades, my guiding principle has been, “You are never too old to become who you want to be.”

I’ve successfully reinvented myself every decade, embracing each new chapter of my life. But now, I find myself wondering—what will my 70s bring?

Here’s a brief overview of the various stages of my life. At age thirty-three, I became a mom and dropped out of school. I started […]

With no other option, I had to adapt quickly to my circumstances.

I worked for my father during every holiday, summer, and weekend. I pulled my stepmother off the driveway when she passed out drunk and dragged her into the house.

I also cared for three younger boys, aged 9, 4, and 2—changing diapers, washing their clothes, packing George’s school lunch, and preparing meals.

Until now, I’ve rarely spoken about those years. The Vietnam War was a constant presence on television, fueling my lifelong disdain for war. At fourteen, I considered becoming a nun and joining a seminary, but the philosophy and theology felt overwhelming.

I was more drawn to action and introspection in a household filled with talkers.

I seldom spoke unless directly addressed.

Making […]

Since the start of this year, I’ve embarked on a journey of simplification.

While I’ve never been one for materialism, I realized I still had more than I needed.

Now, my kitchen is equipped only with the essentials I use regularly, and I’ve donated 70 books to the local library.

I have three pairs of walking shoes, each suited for different terrains and weather, and just enough pens for my writing needs. I’ve also shared my extra supplies with a local preschool.

I’m genuinely enjoying the simplicity of life, and I find nothing is missing.

Letting go of things I no longer need has been one of my best decisions. I don’t feel like I’ve “sacrificed” a life of “luxury.” Instead, I’ve traded material possessions […]

When I was three, my mother introduced me to the concept that I had a unique gift as an intuitive empath, capable of sensing and perceiving souls.

This realization marked the start of my journey as an intuitive, a path that has been met with skepticism by many.

Only a select few have stayed close to me for a long time throughout my life. I deeply cherish conversations that bring profound joy, a few laughs, and sometimes even a tear or two. As I grow older, fewer people are interested in spending time with me.

My adoptive parents named me Doretta Ellen Cascinai, but since I was 13, I’ve gone by Dore—a nickname given to me by my Aunt Connie. However, the rest […]