Mothers, Daughters & Bad Hair Days

Silver me summer 2013

Silver me summer 2013

“Oh Punkie! “ (That’s my nickname.) “I’m so glad to see you! You look great! I love your hair,” Mom would say every time I came to see her.

Or at least that’s what I wished she would have said.

To be fair, I usually did get the “I’m so glad to see you part.” It was what invariably followed that cut like a knife.

“Your hair’s so short. What did you do to it? I like it so much better a bit longer.” Or: “Your hair’s so long… Don’t you think it’s time for a cut?” Or: “When did you start parting your hair on the left? I think it suits you better on the right, don’t you?” Or: “When did you start parting your hair on the right? It’s so cute when you do it on the left. Here let me show you…”

Yes, there has always been something wrong with my hair, it was too long, too short, too curly, too straight, too recently cut, not cut recently enough, better up, better down, and/or better the way it was last time, even though last time it had been so much better the time before that. Continue reading

6 Powerful Ways to Make Your Life More Beautiful

This little gift from me to you is based on a message from my Mom, originally published here with great love, and renewed, reviewed and re-energized today for all of us. Enjoy!

1) Make YOU your first love

I know, I know, this can be a tough one, especially since we are all imperfect, and we are often taught that we should strive to be flawless. The fact is, perfection, like fitting in, is vastly overrated. Remember the story of the cracked pot? Love yourself because of your imperfections, not despite them. Make peace with who you are and where you are today, don’t wait for who you will be once you “fix” yourself.

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Morning glory

Apple blossom

Apple blossom

I adore walking early on spring mornings. The air is fresh and crisp. The world is full of promise. Anything and everything seems possible. It’s gorgeous and glorious.

Last year, when I cared for my mom in her rural home, I treasured getting up at dawn in spring and summer for a bit of alone time.

I would sneak out of the house while Mom was still asleep (and before Caroline arrived to share the care-giving responsibilities), and take pictures of the beauty I found around me. Continue reading