Despite the corporate world often complaining I have no heart, or I do but it is a microbial piece of titanium diboride, in fact, I do have a heart. It stays generally on the mend from one occasion to the next. There are definite ways to permeate the sutures.
https://mommasmoneymatters.com/win-my-heart/
Good grief! What a week! The A to Z kickoff. Picking up the pieces of a database. Setting into motion. Grab a cuppa and snuggle into a rocker. Clyde is curious. The sun is out and warm. Let’s talk.
https://mommasmoneymatters.com/sep-grudges/
I am too ill to be able to wrap my brain around what has occurred. Clyde will not make an appearance tonight. The wind is cold. So is my soul.
https://mommasmoneymatters.com/sep-suicide/
The basis of identity is a definition. Identity is how we define ourselves by our beliefs and actions based on those beliefs. We draw boundaries we refuse to cross, effectively marking our territory. What happens when someone else makes those boundaries?
https://mommasmoneymatters.com/relationship-boundaries-identity/
Almost every culture has a parable comparing life to a tree. We all start with the roots of family, wild and ranging, channeled into a trunk, parents. As we age, we meet others, branch off from the basis of our family and blossom into a one of a kind work of art.
https://mommasmoneymatters.com/wbh-fractal-tree-life/