I grew up in a household of mixed messages: anything was possible, but everything would probably go wrong. Financial security was a constant worry, yet we lived extremely well. Ours was a black and white world, seen through rose colored glasses. As a strong-willed romantic idealist and worrywart, I'm a work in progress (and sometimes I feel like an exploding cigar). I have 50+ years of life and work experience, including raising three sons, getting married at 24, divorcing at 42, and getting married again at 49. I worked at a big company, left to raise my three sons, wrote a book, produced a movie, and then became a consultant. My 15 1/2 year old Jack Russell Terrier, Scooter, died in 2018 and I miss him. My mom died in 2010 at 66, and I miss her even more. My dad is a conundrum. My sister and I hang on to each other for dear life. My husband is my best friend, my rock, my love and my joy. I am an empty nester, and watching my sons - who I love beyond words - spread their wings to take flight is, frankly, petrifying. (Did I mention I like to be in control?)
I have some stories to tell. I hope they strike a chord with you. Most of my projects share a common theme of determination, searching for love, making choices, and trying to make this life we are given not only tolerable, but worth celebrating. I choose joy, even if it means taking a leap of faith and braving a little pain. I invite you to join me.