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I wrote this post over five years ago. I'm finally feeling brave enough to share it. I believe there is power in knowing we are not alone. I felt very alone for a long time, ashamed of my feelings - which only made the feelings multiply. Without therapy, I might not have ever realized that my feelings were normal and they did not make me a bad person or an ungrateful daughter. My hope is that in sharing parts of my story publicly, I can help someone else feel not so alone; That by reading my story, someone else might find the freedom to seek therapy, to talk to a trusted person about their past, and to ultimately find the healing and forgiveness that I have found. For years I struggled with immense guilt and shame over not wanting to have a relationship with my mother. I saw a therapist for almost 5 years – mostly to work through the issues surrounding my own divorce.  However, my therapist suggested that I do some research on children raised by parents (specifically mothers) with...

Okay, time for another deep, vulnerable moment… but one I hope that some of you can relate to so I don’t feel so alone. It’s hard for me to like myself. What I mean by that is that somehow I grew up with no self confidence and almost a fear that if I let who I really am show, people won’t like me.  I remember in middle school wanting to color my hair and be different, in hindsight I think I was trying to be myself or find myself, but my parents wouldn’t let me. My mom constantly focused on what other people would think instead of letting me be me. She was also very critical of herself so I grew up hearing her talk about how fat she was (when in all reality she was never overweight that I can remember.)  But that was my standard that I grew up with so as soon as I went through puberty and my hips grew, I felt like I was fat too. Even in my 30’s when I got to my Weight Watchers goal weight I still struggled to not see myself as fat and unattractive.  It’s not all about phys...

I wonder how many are dying alone, without the support of friends or loved ones ? Sometimes you know things are happening but until they impact your life personally, it’s easier to ignore and not think about. That is the situation that my sister and I find ourselves in with the caretaker of my dad’s property in North Idaho. Let me go back and fill you in, in case you aren’t familiar with the situation. Almost exactly 2 years ago my dad passed away abruptly from esophageal cancer, and we inherited his 25 acres in rural North Idaho. There had been a caretaker on his property for many many years who had actually just recently left when my dad got sick, but sadly the property he had moved onto was also owned by someone with recently diagnosed terminal cancer so he agreed to come back to my dad’s property and continue with the caretaking after my dad passed. It was truly a blessing and allowed my sister and I to continue operating his Airbnb, and even turn his primary residence into another...

4th of July weekend! One of my favorite holidays! I love the rodeo, fireworks and seeing people happy and celebrating our country and our freedom.  But I also recognize that holidays can be difficult, especially if you don’t have family close by, or you share custody with your kids, and maybe have to spend some holidays without them. My kids will be gone this weekend with their dad and while I will miss them, my weekends without them have become few and far between, and I need that time not in “mom mode” to rest, rejuvenate and relax. So that’s what I will be doing this weekend and I just wanted to throw out an invitation to hang out if you are feeling alone this weekend. We just set up a pool in our backyard so you could bring a floatie and relax, I still have a puzzle that I would love help putting together, I have wine, lavender lemonade and just a peaceful place in the country to chill.  I would also love to find someone to go to the 4th of July laser light show in Oregon ...

We need to talk about something quietly sabotaging our connections—something so subtle it often flies under the radar until it explodes into misunderstandings, hurt feelings, or even lost relationships. Let’s talk about offense—specifically, how easily we take it, and how that habit may be silently damaging our ability to relate to one another in healthy, empathetic ways. The Emoji That Broke the Camel’s Back Not long ago, I was chatting with a friend when they casually confessed they find the “thumbs up” emoji offensive. To them, it felt dismissive—like a digital eye-roll or a passive-aggressive “whatever.” I was surprised. I use that emoji all the time. To me, it means “Sounds good!” or “I’ve got it!” or “Thanks!” Never once had I attached any snark or sarcasm to it. Their comment had me wondering, how many times had I sent a simple 👍🏼 and unknowingly ruffled feathers? How many of us are interpreting messages through our own filters, shaped by assumptions, insecurities, or ...

The last time I was in Seattle was a few years ago, and even then I made the comment that it seemed much cleaner than Portland does these days. I moved to the Portland area in 2004 after graduating from the University of Oregon in the Eugene. I grew up in North Idaho, and visited Seattle on a few occasions. I knew about the homeless problem, heroin addiction. Seattle had kind of a bad wrap to be honest. When I first moved to Portland area, I loved it. I would go down to events on the Portland waterfront, and frequent restaurants and bars in the city. However, since Covid and the riots, it’s really gone downhill. In my opinion, Portland is far worse these days. I know they are trying to find housing for the unhoused population, and from what I hear from sources on the inside, they are successfully doing that. However, in the meantime, the city still remains an eyesore and for me personally, does not feel like a safe place to visit. It would actually be a fun comparison after spending a ...