I believe in simplicity. I believe in feelings and family, friendship and fidelity, forgiveness and fortitude. I believe in miracles, meditation, motherhood and make believe and that music is the only real magic this world has ever seen. I believe in concocting and consuming colorful cocktails and fussing over and feasting on fabulous food. I believe in living out loud. I believe in laughing until your face hurts and loving until your heart breaks. I believe in behaving boldly and when warranted, badly, taking bubble baths and being barefoot. I believe in poetry, puppies and playing in the park. I believe in seeking without ceasing that which sings to my soul and strengthens my spirit. I believe in dancing in the rain and digging in the dirt. I believe in honest expression and the golden rule. I believe in Nature and naps and that naïveté is sometimes necessary. I believe in goodness and gratitude, grit and grace. I believe in unity and the power of the universe. I believe in being authentically awesome. I believe in being better today than yesterday but not as good as tomorrow. I believe in challenges and change and growing pains. I believe in the inherent worth of every creature, being and life force on this planet. I believe in honoring the individual journeys and paths of people whether I understand them or not. I believe in letting people live their truth and trusting that it’s right for them. I believe in lifting up and letting go. I believe that death is just as sacred an experience as birth and that it is never, ever an end.

Mostly, I just believe that I’m never going to stop learning what it is I believe.

Read the Printed Word!

“I keep my ideals, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart.”

Anne Frank

And I always, always will.

“Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.”

—James Joyce

Seeking Acceptance, and Family, in One’s Shifting Gender

I had NO idea they were making a musical of one of my FAVORITE documentaries of all time, Southern Comfort. This makes me exceedingly happy on a multitude of levels.

The show is based on the 2001 documentary of the same name by Kate Davis. With compassion and restraint, the film chronicles the final year in the life of the female-to-male transsexual Robert Eads, a wiry Georgia backwoods type who died of ovarian cancer in one last cruel trick of nature. Mr. Eads had to travel miles for medical care after being refused treatment at numerous hospitals for fear of unsettling other patients.

But what distinguishes both the movie and this respectful adaptation is less the sorrow of the haunting true story than the spirit of forgiveness and tolerance that infuses it.

The unrecognizable Ms. O’Toole is tremendously moving too. She vanishes into Robert, whose gaunt face expresses the serenity of a man who has found happiness while still remembering the pain of a girl growing up in the wrong body.

I can’t help but think Robert would be so incredibly overwhelmed and amazed at the flame that still burns bright from the match he lit all those years ago just be having the strength, courage and wisdom to be himself and tell his tale.

“The peace you seek is always there. It sits quietly and calmly beneath everything else that has been piled on top of it.”

—Ralph Marston

“Find thoughts that feel good, because it is inevitable that you are going to always be moving toward something. So why not be moving toward something that is pleasing? You can’t cease to vibrate, and Law of Attraction will not stop responding to the vibration that you are offering. So, expansion is inevitable. You provide it, whether you know you do, or not. The only question is, what is the standard of joy that you are demanding for yourself?”

—Abraham Hicks

“Love can come when you’re already who you are, when you’re filled with you. Not when you look to someone else to fill the empty space.”

— Deb Caletti



My sweet Matthew just delivered my first pumpkin spice latte of the season. For no reason. I’m a lucky, lucky girl. (Taken with Instagram at Can Co -Tulsa, OK.)

My sweet Matthew just delivered my first pumpkin spice latte of the season. For no reason. I’m a lucky, lucky girl. (Taken with Instagram at Can Co -Tulsa, OK.)


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