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the problem with prayer and praise

What happens when 2 hookers walk into a 7-11 at 1 in the morning? It sounds like the beginning of a bad joke. But it’s actually the conclusion to one scary night. Friday night, my little silver Hyndai Elantra was hit by a F-250, pushed into a Suburban, then up onto the curb. I was stunned. I was scared. I am sore. I spent 5 hours in the ER, getting an okay from the doctor. Afterwards, I bought donuts and milk at 7-11 (whilst hookers flirted with the clerk; see hook–pun intended). On the ever-necessary Facebook status, I posted that God Read More

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the gift of yoga: to get and to give

My first experience with yoga was a community college class in the evening when I was young. I remember such a heavy sense of  sleepiness every time I left class, I could barely drive home. No thanks, this gift was not yet for me. Later in life, in Denver, I walked into a Core Power Yoga class at the Highlands. The foyer was awkwardly small, but the dim, mirrored room was warm and inviting. Music played gently, luring me into a rare soft space. There was time at the beginning of the class to set our intention–our prayer; that moment on Read More

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a new endeavor

Thanks to my hair-stylist extraordinaire, I am now a Wellness Consultant for doTERRA oils. Under the header “liquid” in my menu, I’ll be posting ways I’ve incorporated these top-notch essential oils into my lifestyle. To shop for oils, check out my website. To learn about buying oils at a discounted price, message me. To discover the varied and wondrous uses of doTERRA essential oils, check out their blog too!

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her last month

August 5, 2013 Mom comes home from the doctor with positive news and a positive outlook. August 13, 2013 Mom arrives in Colorado for what would be her last trip to the place she loved dearly. Our time together entails adventures at the casino, the buffet, the dog park; drives through the mountains with affectionate hand-holding and back-rubbing; story-telling; chilly mornings in robes with cigarettes on the porch; visits from wildlife; long naps together in our bed. Upon reflection, Mom slept a lot. There were questions that now haunt me. “Mom, why are you holding your stomach?” “Mom, why can’t you Read More