What’s Normal

What’s Normal

A very vulnerable post lies ahead because there’s a lot of truth here. More than I usually share. And, I have shared a lot. You see, I have always despised photos of me being taken. I have been so ashamed of my body for years and years and years that, well you...
A Screw Loose

A Screw Loose

I haven’t really been told that I have a screw loose. I’m a pretty solid person. At least I believe so. So imagine my surprise when the surgeon told me, after my knee replacement two and a half months ago, that the screws on the femur repair were loose....
Bolita

Bolita

In Spanish, Bolita means a little ball. The -ito or -ita after a word is a diminutive in Spanish and slightly changes the meaning of the word.  For example: Perro = Perrito (Dog = Little Dog) Amor = Amorcito (Lover = Sweetheart) Chica = Chicita (Girl =...

Adapting and Moving Forward

By now the entire world probably knows that I broke my leg almost two years ago. And, if you didn’t, just look down a few posts and you’ll find all the wonderful and gross details. I’m an upbeat person and tackled the return to my feet with optimism...

Who Do You Think You Are?

No. It really doesn’t go away. This feeling that I don’t belong. Or that I really don’t have what it takes to do what I do. Doubting my abilities. Doubting my power. Who do I think I am? That was very much the feeling this past month. My business...