Keep on writing…


I get totally inspired when I inspire someone else!  I’m discovering that it’s one of the things I think I’m good at.  I do believe that all the education (Masters level) I got in leadership was time (and money) well spent because I’m passionate about leadership, where it can take you, and how it can inspire others.  It’s a magical moment when you can light a spark in someone in a place they didn’t know existed within themselves.  I get a lot of satisfaction and adrenaline from it.  It’s almost like a drug, I don’t know how else to describe it.  It makes me want to take on the world by storm, one story and one poem and one book at a time!

I am learning about myself.  Even at my age, I’m not that young and not that old….I have 3 fairly grown kids which can give you some idea, but even at my age, I’m still learning about myself.  Re-discovering who I am and what makes me tick.  That gets buried during the child-bearing and child-rearing years because every breath is dedicated to giving others life.  You lose yourself in that.

Now that I have some breathing room, just a little bit of breathing room, I’m eager to learn and explore and engage in things I’m finding passion in.  Like writing.  Or, like inspiring others to write.  Sometimes all it takes is believing in someone and their unique ability to tell a story.  Sometimes all it takes is taking an interest in a hand-written manuscript from years ago when someone sat down in some of their darkest, depressed days, and wrote out the day to day, seemingly mundane events of ones life and typing the words into a computer for them and saying, “Hey!  This is good stuff!  Let’s publish it!”

Or, taking an interest in ones family history enough to gather the stories and compile it into a biographical novel!  Why not?  Future generations will gain from the knowledge of what our ancestors had to go through.  It’s inspiring.  It’s meaningful.  It’s a worthwhile endeavor.  It’s fascinating!

At least, that’s how I feel.  At this moment.

Keep on writing….


Back to blogging…

I’ve been away from regular blogging for a while now, as many bloggers are if they are not regimented in their routine.  I’d love to be one of those writers who can just churn out post after interesting post on a daily, or even weekly basis, but alas…I’m not that disciplined.  I read a blog this morning that inspired me to find ways to get my creative writing-juices flowing and it suggested morning journal writing.  I suppose it wouldn’t have to be done in the morning, but that is the time of day before the kids wake up, and after the first sip of divinity called coffee, and may be the quietest time of the day.  I think I’ll try it and see what happens.  It won’t be posted here, but it may inspire some future blog postings, so stay tuned.

What do you do to get your creative writing-juices flowing?  (If that’s even a thing! ) 🙂

I’ve been spending my down-time working on two book projects; one is an autobiography that my grandmother wrote before she passed away about her life in northern Germany before, during and after the wars (WWI and WWII) when she immigrated to America, and the other is a story about life in a market.  It’s a funny book about the characters who work there, their daily drama, and situational comedies that take place among the meat isles and bakery, etc.  While I don’t have a lot of time to invest in these projects, I am motivated by the prospect of publishing them.  That gets me excited!

In a few weeks, I’ll have a short memoir published in an anthology compiled and edited by Coco Harris and Telling Our Stories Press.  Yet another small stepping stone in my quest to be a published author!  It’s titled Reflections and is coming soon….write on!!!

“Words are a lens to focus one’s mind”  -Ayn Rand

Olympic Sculpture Park, Seattle
Olympic Sculpture Park, Seattle

An excerpt…

My grandmother wrote down her life’s story before she passed away and I’m very grateful because there is so much history to learn from.  I’m considering the idea of publishing it; highlighting her life growing up in northern Germany, WWI, her school days, her married life having 8 children, WWII, fleeing their home when the Russians invaded, coming to America on the Queen Elizabeth in 1951, etc.

Here is a small excerpt about her father coming back from the war (WWI).


“In 1918, Father came back from the war.  First I had to get used to him, but it did not take long for he was a very loving man and father.  He brought each of us children a lovely picture book, which he made himself of pictures and verses.  It contained many stories from the Western Front including his own experiences and feelings during this time.  The pictures were so lovely!  One told of his longing for good, homemade food, when his loving wife, Lieschen, set the breakfast table with bread, butter and radishes.

He had a pictures of French soldiers in the prisoner-of-war camp with their red pants.  The most impressive picture, which I just loved, was an angel (the angel of peace) opening the door to peace, a dove flying with the verse:

O, Open us the door of peace –
Too long has lasted this terrible slaughter!

How I wished I would have saved that beautiful book, which I loved so dearly!  But, along with so many other precious things, it was lost in the aftermath of WWII when we had to leave our home country from one day to the next.”

In a Different Light…

I try to see my life in a different light

In a different time

In a different place

But the clouds get in the way and overshadow the dream

When will the trade winds blow

To reveal

The real


Once our dreams were one

But now we drift apart holding on for dear life

Trying to do what’s right

Is it right to keep holding on, or better to let go?

Will we break?  Will we die?

How long will it take to pick up the broken pieces?


Will it all be worth the pain, the sadness, the sorrow

Of saying goodbye?

I wanted it to turn out differently.

I wanted it to work

I tried so hard but feel we failed

To keep us happy.

Another May

It’s May again.  The most emotionally difficult month of the year for me.  Mom passed two years ago now on May Day. Then there’s Mother’s Day, her birthday….all in the month of May.  Grappling with what to write, I’m at a loss.  I don’t want to just repeat the same ‘ole sad song…woe-is-me. Looking for inspiration…

Have you ever heard Steve Uzzell speak?  Have you ever seen his photographs?  Truly amazing and inspirational.  I first heard of him in a course called Leadership and the Imagination at Gonzaga University while studying for my masters degree.  He’s an outstanding National Geographic photographer and speaker.  He makes you think, reexamine your life, where you are going and how to get there.

He says, “Know where you’re going. Challenge your assumptions. Know how to get out of your own way.

Question everything; especially reexamine all the stuff you think you know. Be willing to start at the beginning.”

Please take the time to watch this. Enjoy!


Changing your perspective can open up a new realm of possibilities.

Here are some yellow roses in my little patio behind my house.

Different perspectives gives a completely different feel.

one perspective of a rose
one perspective of a rose
another perspective of a rose
another perspective of a rose
roses in bloom
roses in bloom

“Providence favors the prepared mind.” -Steve Uzell


My funny valentine…

I expected V-day to come and go this year as any other day.  I didn’t have any special someone to say “I love you” to or receive flowers and chocolates from.  C’est la vie.  Instead, I meandered among the quaint shops in the little town I recently moved to and explored my new surroundings.  Sometimes, just by staying open to Spirit and not worrying about what you don’t have, you receive special gifts.

I came upon a rock and gem shop on my walkabout, so I went in.  It was a huge shop filled with every kind of rock and gem you can imagine.  Raw crystal formations of all shapes and sizes with little cards that explain what they are and their healing properties; jewelry fashioned from gem stones, bracelets, amulets, rings, and necklaces.  I let the energy guide me to the ones that felt good.  It was Valentine’s Day after all.  My heart was open for love…for myself, apparently:)


I’ve always been drawn to certain crystals.  Amethyst was the first one that I felt I needed to have.  It’s a meditative and calming stone, described as a kind-of all-purpose gemstone because it’s known to increase psychic and intuitive powers.  It is also an aid to grief after the loss of a loved one, and brings peace and inner strength and stability.  After losing my mom in 2013, I definitely need as much amethyst as I can afford.


The second stone that called to me was the Rose Quartz, a.k.a. “the love stone.” (How ironic is that?)  It is a symbol of unconditional love and is connected to the heart chakra.  It’s a happy, loving stone that aids in bringing love and happiness into one’s heart and life.  It balances emotions and teaches us to love ourselves more and increase our self-worth.  I definitely need as much rose quartz as I can afford.  (hmmm….I sense a theme here.)


The third and final gem of the day was the clear Quartz Crystal.  Quartz is the most common and stands for power, energy, and clarity.  Known as the “universal crystal,” it has many uses such as; enhancing positive energy, enhancing thoughts, is beneficial for amplifying energy to manifest, heal, protect, harmonize one’s environment, and energize other crystals.  I also bought a small crystal necklace to wear close to my heart.  I figure you can never have too much positive energy around you.

My final purchase was a last minute impulse.  Next to the register was a bowl with polished rocks that had words etched into them.  I dug through to see what would compel me to spend another $4.00.  I found a perfectly round, orange/red colored stone (possibly Jasper?) with the word JOY… my Mother’s middle name.  Cha-ching!!


Thank you Mom! I love you so much!

You are my forever-VALENTINE


Attitude adjustment needed

Journal to find clarity…” I read this line in an article in the Harvard Business Review today about how your state of mind affects your work performance. It seems like common sense to me that if you have a stressful morning you will be less productive and have a lower level of performance at work than if you are clear-headed, and had a wonderful, relaxed morning before arriving to work. What struck me was some of the best practices in changing your state of mind for the better. The article suggests that you “acknowledge your emotions to reduce their intensity. Allow your thoughts to be transient….journal to find clarity.” It further suggests to breathe deeply, stretch often, and take breaks to clear the mind. Music can help you relax as well as lighting and eating healthy. Again, common sense right? They are still great reminders to pay attention to ourselves, our state of mind, and how it affects us in our daily interactions.


A Family Home

When I think back on my childhood, I remember two homes. The first one was a block from the lake where I learned to swim and spent a lot of time as a kid. We had a nice little over-grown beach area where we could take our picnic lunches and wade in among the rocks in between the docks owned by the people who actually had lake front property. The house was two stories and my parents remodeled the entire thing down to the dirt underneath and bare studs that we had to balance on and walk over to get from one room to another. I remember it seemed to take a long time to finish, but when it was done it was beautiful! I loved how fresh and clean and new everything was. I had a fire engine bunk bed that for some crazy reason I decided I wanted painted orange. So, orange it was. Bright fire engine ORANGE! When my little brother came along, he got the fire engine and I had a blue room with Michael Jackson posters covering every square inch of the walls and a drafting table that my dad made for me. It was the best room in the house!  Happy childhood memories.

The second home was one my grandfather had built after my grandparents and their 8 children immigrated to America. (I believe the last two kids were born here in the U.S.) It has 3-foot thick cement walls and a bomb shelter behind the home – reminiscent of WWII bombings. Having just come over from Germany after the war, it’s not surprising he wanted to be prepared for anything! It had a big tree house that the previous owners had built, 6 acres of land with a stream running by, and lots and lots of wonderful tall trees. I always wanted my own horse! His name was Shiloh.

Of course at the time, growing up, I never really appreciated having a family home. Particularly one built by my own grandparents. However, my Dad still lives there and to this day I consider it home when I go to visit. My room and my brother’s have been turned into the guest rooms, but they are always available if we need them and there is plenty of room for the grand kids!

This is all to say that I have always wanted to provide such a place, a “family home” for my own kids. They grew up with two struggling parents trying to make ends meet, moving from rental home to rental home…We started off in a tiny one bedroom apartment and when we were expecting our second child we had to move into a 2-bedroom. Then, another child propelled us to move again and get a bunk bed, until finally we found a good deal on a rental with enough space for everyone to have their own rooms but the 5 of us still had to share one bathroom. Then the divorce happened and I moved out with the kids in tow to another rental house…the one that was broken into, the one I had an abusive boyfriend live in for a little while and had to call for a police escort to get him out, the one my Mom passed away in while in hospice in my small living room. That house doesn’t conjure up the happiest of memories. We moved again. This time into a 2-bedroom/1-bath apartment; small, but safe.

My kids are older now; one attending college in another state, one in high school, and the youngest in elementary school. The younger ones still have a few years under my roof and they are products of the American reality – divorce! We, as their parents, were never able to provide a family home. Always living paycheck – to –paycheck.

My beloved mother, who passed away last year (R.I.P.), always wished she could help me. She wanted to provide the resources to pay for a home for me and the kids. We talked about how ideal it would be to get a house with a mother-in-law apartment where she could live and be close to me and her grand kids. However, she always struggled herself to make ends meet. She worked hard, but had no health insurance, no assets to speak of except her car and personal belongings, and eventually when her mom (my Grandma) got older they moved into a house together to take care of one another. Grandma passed away the year before Mom did and then we had to sell the house.

Long story short, my Mom in heaven is finally going to help make my dream a reality. The sacrifice was that her precious life ended far too soon, but the outcome is that me and her grand kids that she loved and adored so much, are buying our first home and moving in on Thanksgiving Day…

…Our family home. 

We have so much to be thankful for!

Thanks Mom


why not?

Why not dance again? 

I have no good reason not to. I’m 43.

I grew up dancing.  From the time I was about 5 years old, I had ballet shoes, tights and leotards on.  After school, it was off to ballet class.  Weekends were rehearsal times for upcoming performances.  At age 10 (or so) I was Alice in Alice in Wonderland!  I was a lost boy in Peter Pan!  I danced the jitterbug, the Messiah, and many other ballets.  I don’t remember a time in my childhood when I didn’t dance.  Once I discovered modern (contemporary) dance, I was sold!  I never had a ballerina body anyway…too curvy!  Modern dance allowed me to express myself.  I found freedom in movement and the stage was my second home.

1me_and_mom 1975Mom and me – 1975

Once I started having kids, I had to quit dancing.  I was consumed with raising my babies, and just simply making ends meet.  My ex-husband didn’t encourage me.  He wasn’t supportive of anything I wanted to do.  Taking dance classes can get very expensive and all of my resources went to providing for my family.  It was what it was…


Mom and her dance partner. Not sure what year.

My beloved mother (R.I.P) was a gorgeous dancer.  She is, and always was, my inspiration.  Last year, after 25 years of being away from the dance world, I was invited back to perform with the company my mother co-founded over 25 years ago and not only that, to learn a dance my mom choreographed and performed back in 1999.  I had to learn it from watching a video recording less than a year after losing her battle with breast cancer.  It was probably the hardest thing I could do, but I knew I had to do it.  I had to do it for mom.  Many tears were shed, but I was proud of myself and I know she was dancing in heaven.  I felt her close to me and I know she was very proud.


Once again, I’ve been invited to perform in the Spring concert with the same dance company.  I’m ecstatic because the choreographer is someone I knew as a child (a 19 year old child) and he was my absolute favorite teacher when I attended the college of the arts.  I feel as if I’m living her legacy.  I’m continuing to dance just as my mom always wanted me to and as she always did.  She never stopped dancing, not until she couldn’t physically dance anymore.  If I could turn back time, I would have started dancing again much earlier.  Actually, I never would have stopped.  I would have danced with my mom again, just like I did when I was growing up.  She always wanted to see me dance again.

I’m realizing it’s possible for me to dance. 

Why not?  I have no good reason not to.  I’m 43.Shelter2This is me. Dancing.


a Thursday Quotable…

In my explorations of the blogging world, I stumbled upon a wonderful blog called Bookshelf Fantasies.  I was poking around and read her recent Thursday Quotable from a book called, Isla and the Happily Ever After by Stephanie Perkins.

I thought, hmmmm…I’ll have to check it out.  It’s all about the feeling of falling in love for the first time.  Right up my alley!

Then, when I got to the end I noticed she put up an idea for an activity to post a quote from a book on my own blog…what a great way to share and make your blog interactive!  So, thank you Lisa, for this great idea!

Now for MY Thursday Quotable:

“Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions.  Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you too can become great.”

Mark Twain

Leadership:  Inspirational Quotes To Create A Wise Leader

by The Quote Well Books (2014)


It’s very true that people will try to belittle you, your dreams, your goals, and your ambitions in life.  If we don’t notice it, we might take it to heart.  So, this quote is a reminder to surround yourself with the people who truly believe in you and for you to also believe in yourself.  Don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t do something or that you will never succeed.  Sometimes success is the best revenge!

Carpé Diem!

Bookshelf Fantasies
Bookshelf Fantasies
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