Resist with Revolutionary Resilience

👉🏾 FREE online TRE® class on March 8 at 11am PT. Register now to reserve your spot (class size limited). I began playing piano at age 9. Five years later I could play Beethoven’s Sonata Pathétique from memory. When I … Read More

Remember What’s Important

I’ve been thinking about fire a lot lately.  In my early 20s I lost most of my possessions in a storage unit fire. I was in-between apartments at the time, staying with a friend. After the fire, the only things … Read More

TRAUMA TIP: Sit Your Derrière in a Chair

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The day before Thanksgiving last week, I popped into Michael’s for some hummingbird stickers.

I overheard two women talking one aisle over from me. Judging from their voices, they were somewhere in their 50s or 60s. Their conversation went something like this:

Woman #1: “What are you doing for Thanksgiving?”
Woman #2: “We’re going over to Judy’s house. She’s cooking this year.”
Woman #1: “How wonderful! Your daughter’s hosting Thanksgiving! What are you bringing?”
Woman #2: “Judy told me to bring a side dish. A side dish, can you believe it? Thinks she can cook the turkey this year. I told her I’d cook the turkey but they don’t listen to me.”
Woman #1: “I’m sure it’ll be fine. And you won’t have to clean up!”
Woman #2: “Get this. They’re brining the turkey. Have you ever heard such shit? Brining a turkey?! What even is that?”

I put my bird stickers in my basket and moved on, thinking, “Judy didn’t have to invite you, you know. I wouldn’t! You sound like a real piece of work. A ‘bitch on wheels,’ as my boyfriend’s grandma used to say.”

I giggled to myself and headed to the cashier.

Read on to hear my friends’ generous take on Woman #2 — and for my homemade chai tea recipe!

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Road sign for Zzyzx Road

Story: Creepy Guy on Zzyzx Road

A couple weeks ago, I shared the first part of a story in my weekly Trauma Tip Tuesday newsletter. As promised, here’s the whole story. Enjoy!

Look for the Kindness

When we’re stressed or depressed, anxious or overwhelmed, it’s difficult to see kindness, isn’t it? Let’s shift our focus from life’s challenges to the kindness all around us! After all, it’s good for us — and others. “Knowing that there … Read More

Imperfection Makes Pies (and Life!) Sweeter

Living on the Western Slope of Colorado, I’ve learned to mark the passage of time by what produce is available when.

Tender asparagus in the spring. Cherries in mid-summer. Sweet corn in late summer. Apples in the fall . . . . that sort of thing.

Granted, not much grows here in the winter! But even that season has its own hallmark — when the kitchen fills with the nutty warmth of baking acorn squash or simmering butternut squash soup, I know it’s winter.

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Put on Your Fancy Pants and DANCE!

Fifteen years ago I had the great pleasure of leading a team of idealistic young AmeriCorps members in San Luis Obispo, California. We taught environmental education to middle and high school students, mostly through service projects, in-class presentations, and after-school … Read More

The Day Dad Retired His Boogie Board

Ever since I was a little girl, my family would take an annual vacation to the California coast where relatives owned a beach house. One of my favorite all-time memories happened during one of those trips, not long after Mike … Read More

Goodbye Home, Hello Home

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I dreamt of the White Buffalo on the side of Mt. Lamborn years before moving to Paonia. Coincidence? Or GODcident?!?

What does it mean to leave the place you’ve lived longer than anywhere else?

It means you’re leaving HOME.

But . . .

What does it mean to move back to the place where your parents and sister live, where you went to high school?

It means you’re returning HOME.

I’m a Brat (Military, That Is)

My father served in the Army for two decades. We moved every few years, from Pueblo, Colorado => Augusta, Georgia => a Marshall Island in the Pacific => Glendale, Arizona => Salt Lake City => Baumholder and Fulda in Germany => Manhattan, Kansas => Las Vegas.

As an adult, I couldn’t shake the moving bug. I attended college in Ft. Collins, Colorado, and then moved to Boulder to Denver and back to Boulder again where I met Mike. We moved to Denver together, and then San Luis Obispo and Santa Margarita in California. Then off we went to Cerro, New Mexico, and most recently to Paonia, where we’ve lived for the past eight years.

I have never lived anywhere for eight years! So of course Paonia feels like home. I was born in Pueblo, and always had an affinity for Colorado. When Mike and I left New Mexico and came back to Colorado, it truly felt like coming home. I thought I’d be here forever . . . .

But life is funny.

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Are you David or Goliath?

Malcolm Gladwell’s book, David and Goliath, makes the case that successful innovators and entrepreneurs often experienced childhood losses or traumas. Dr. Emil “Jay” Freireich, inventor of modern chemo treatments for cancer, and President Barack Obama both lost their fathers at … Read More