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An Hour Of Time

That’s a no-brainer. To sit on a bench with my father for an hour would be a dream come true!! An hour of being comforted by the touch of his hand. An hour of letting me be exactly who I am and holding space for me to speak my truth, show my vulnerability without judgement […]

Maintaining Well-Being Through Stressful Times

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Face Our Demons

I used to be a long distance runner but I’m not anymore. I ignored the signs and pushed my body for years. I had to face the facts—this type of exercise wasn’t good for my overall health, regardless of my love for the adrenaline rush. I learned the hard way what works, or in my […]

Strong Women Lift Each Other Up

Hardships happen—that’s a guarantee. How we handle our circumstances varies. Some choose to be distracted while others want alone time. Before Buddy, my automatic response was to isolate and numb myself—anything to avoid my feelings. Thanks to my free spirited, loving Golden Retriever, those days are over and I’m not sleepwalking through life anymore. I […]

“Not My Buddy” Excerpt

CHAPTER 1

In April 2009, I stood in front of a full-length mirror and stared at my distended belly. I’d given birth to twin girls eight years earlier but looked and felt as if I was about to go into labor, except I was not pregnant. What I was—was a mystery. My runner’s body had vanished overnight. I struggled to stay balanced on my feet. My dark hair, once shiny, had turned dull and fell out in clumps. I was shedding as frequently as the Golden Retriever that sat at my feet. Something was ve...

How I Became a Dog Lover

Truth be known, I just wrote a book about a dog I love, but before Buddy, I was never really a dog lover and never imagined I’d be one when I was growing up.

At a backyard BBQ when I was eight years old, I was told not to get in the Maltepoo’s face. For those not familiar with puppy-bred lingo, that’s a mixture between a Poodle and Maltese. However, the dog was so cute, I couldn’t resist that white puffball.

She quietly roamed the backyard of our friend’s house and seemed harmless. She didn’t e...

Let Go and Let Grow: Summer Camp Lets Kids (and Parents) Thrive

For seven weeks each summer, I’m always left wondering who am I when I’m not being a mom. For the past five years, my twin daughters have attended sleepaway camp, leaving me and my husband with a lot of spare time. Every parent’s dream or nightmare? By now, I should be used to the separation and behave like a seasoned parent, providing pointers for the newbie mothers and advocate my children’s independence, but I find letting go of control is a lot easier said than done.

When it’s time to say...