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Why Forgiveness Felt Impossible – My Journey to Letting Go

My stepmother grew up in a home marked by abusive alcoholism, and I suspect she may have had borderline personality disorder. When George and I moved into her house, I was eleven, and he was eight. The memory that stands out most from that day is her explosive anger and emotional outbursts.

Our dad had never told her—the woman he married and had two children with—that he also had two adopted children.

After living with our elderly Italian grandparents for two years, he had no choice but to bring us to her house; there was nowhere else to go. Nowhere else he would let us go. My dad, being very non-confrontational, never intervened or insisted that Dotti change.

Unlike what you might expect, […]

The Power of an Open Mind: Embracing Growth and Change

Just as we tend to accumulate birthday cards, clothes, magazines, receipts, and souvenirs, we also cling to emotions like anger, anxiety, confusion, disappointment, envy, fear, guilt, judgment, opinions, pride, sadness, and shame.

I’ve never been one to hold on to material possessions.

What was harder for me to release were my opinions and the ability to open my mind to new ideas, perspectives, and possibilities for the future. My beliefs were the only reality and truth I knew, which created a divide between me and anyone who thought differently. This tight grip on my beliefs was rooted in fear.

Interestingly, as a teenager, I wasn’t afraid of change, strangers, or the unknown—I was a big risk-taker.

Letting go of fear and embracing limitless possibilities […]

By |2025-02-25T14:31:14-07:00August 20th, 2024|Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

Stop Being So Sensitive: Embracing Your Emotions and Strength

Throughout my life, family, friends, and coworkers have told me that I’m ‘overly sensitive’ and advised me to ‘toughen up’ due to my intuitive empathy.

My mother understood this about me, but after her passing, I faced judgment rather than support for my sensitivities.

This led to chronic exhaustion and an overwhelming desire to withdraw from the world.

It took everything in me not to give up on myself. I always felt out of place.

Many nights, I would gaze up at the sky, wishing my mom could come and take me with her. I spent a lot of time alone, with no one to relate to, no one who tried to understand me, and it seemed like no one liked me.

My father often […]

By |2025-02-25T14:29:21-07:00August 19th, 2024|Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

The Mentor Who Changed My Life Forever: A Story of Transformation

I’ll never forget the day I met my mentor, Susanne. I was drifting aimlessly, unsure of my path. Then she entered my life and turned everything around.

Through countless cups of coffee and deep, winding conversations, Susanne became so much more than just a mentor.

She was a guiding light, offering life-changing insights that have shaped my personal and professional journey since 2001. Take a trip with me as I revisit Susanne’s wisdom, which continues to inspire me today

Fall Eight Times, Stand Up Nine

My daughter had just entered residential treatment, I was still dealing with an abusive former husband, and I was overwhelmed with fear and a sense of failure.

The outside world felt like unfamiliar, uncharted territory.

I had just begun advocating for […]

By |2025-02-25T14:25:00-07:00August 18th, 2024|Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

Unearthing the Past: Discovering the Truth Buried in Time

I pour a cup of coffee and open my laptop.

It’s time to write, and the blank page awaits. A memory surfaces. But where do I begin?

I call on my inner guides to help me navigate the initial steps of crafting a memory into a story. Transforming vivid recollections into narratives that resonate with universal truths requires immense emotional energy. The pull towards the past, the need to make sense of who I am, and how past events have shaped the person I am today can be compelling and frustrating. My memory is sharp, a gift that sometimes feels like a curse. I’ve been jotting down brief descriptions of moments resurfacing when I reflect on the past.

Some memories stir physical sensations—a […]

By |2025-02-25T14:12:06-07:00August 15th, 2024|Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

Bellevue, Washington: The Place That Shaped My Journey

Bellevue, Washington, was one of the places that brought me the most joy. It was a safe haven for me growing up, offering refuge from the abuse, confusion, fighting, and stress of home in Los Altos.

It was where my mother’s sister, Aunt Dorothy, lived, and every summer, George and I would go together—our trip, our escape. In those moments, I could indulge in the fantasy of leaving behind my dad and stepmom for good, dreaming of a new life in Washington, free from the unpredictable chaos that always loomed in the background.

After our mother’s death, my Aunt offered to take George and me in, but my father refused. I later discovered that my mother had named our […]

Reflections on Happiness: Finding Joy in Everyday Moments

It seems that we all long for happiness. I have always aspired to find it.

You’ve likely encountered numerous images and statues of the Buddha, often depicted with a serene expression.

I, too, have several Buddha statues placed throughout my home and on my front porch.

Many spiritual traditions emphasize the pursuit of happiness through practices like mindfulness, meditation, relaxation, and gaining a deeper understanding.

My own spiritual journey began in childhood when I first recognized the suffering that everyone experiences. Then, the loss of my mother ignited a desire within me to escape my suffering and seek happiness.

However, finding peace and happiness was particularly challenging given the circumstances of the household I entered at the age of twelve.

Happiness is a topic that resonates […]

Paralyzing Fear: Every Encounter with My Father Changed Me

Every encounter with my father evoked a paralyzing fear unlike any I had ever known.

It felt like I had an invisible barrier up at all times, and every attempt he made to cross it put me on edge, like stepping into enemy territory. We never really hugged—our embraces were stiff as if we were going through the motions, pretending to have a normal father-daughter relationship, eager to get it over with.

At his funeral, I had no choice but to get close to him. It was mandatory to greet a line of relatives upon arrival—ten. I remember how difficult it was to face each one, especially as I approached the end of the line where Dotti, Rick, Ron, my stepmother, and […]

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