Inhale. Exhale. Close my eyes. Inhale. Hold on. Exhale. Let go. At the risk of sounding like a broken record, I hate winter. Always did,
Category: Existentialism
Kessy’s Diary: One Week Later
The real title of this blog entry should be “The Power of Love”. We have all heard the old cliche “love heals” or “the transformative
Comfort Smells
In a recent conversation with my daughter we talked about what textures or sounds bring us comfort or sooth us on stormy days. For her
The Missing Anchor
Pain. Excruciating pain. Deep sorrow. Inadequacy. Therapy is a bitch and I won’t let anyone convince me otherwise. It is a difficult but necessary journey
Kessy’s Diary: The First Night
As you can imagine, I didn’t get much sleep last night. Between Champagne’s snoring and a restless Kessy who couldn’t quite settle down, my sleep
Kessy’s Diary: Homecoming
The Berlin Animal Shelter was eerily silent today, normally closed to visitors on Mondays and Tuesdays, but since I had made an appointment to pick
FrogDiva Thoughts 