I’m roasting marshmallows as I write this. Alone.
We got this outside fire pit so that our family – beginning its orderly disintegration as our oldest approaches college age – would have an excuse to hang out together every once in a while. (I particularly enjoy it when my sons compete for who can make mom the best marshmallow.) But we rarely hang out here – or anywhere – together anymore. I seem to enjoy the fire pit more than anyone, and so here I sit alone at our symbol of togetherness, eating marshmallows I’m cooking myself.
And I’m unbelievably happy.
As many of you may know from the eZine I published yesterday, I’m back from a joyful, action-packed adventure in California! (If you don’t get my Special Delivery eZine, I think you’d love it – just click here and sign up to have it delivered to your inbox every Tuesday! You can see a photo montage of its many delights here and here.Read More...
My daughter came home from school last week, sobbing, because one of the kids in her preschool called her a nerd. While I stroked her hair and wiped her tears, I flashed back 25 years to when I was fifteen. The head cheerleader, who was my secret friend, turned away from me at the lunch table. Standing there, holding my green plastic tray with my soggy hamburger, limp fries, and orange juice, I saw the apology in her cheerleader eyes when she said, “This is not the nerd table.”Read More...
Dear Pinkies, please welcome back the brilliant Pink Goddesses at Be Truly You, whose wise words honoring Earth Month could not go unshared. Enjoy this reprint of their monthly newsletter ... and be sure to sign up for it if you haven't already. Take it away, sweeties! And thank you.
"There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle." -- Albert Einstein
Of all the things my children were blessed with, curiosity is certainly the trait that brings home the prize. They never tire of asking questions, and charge everything with a genuine interest to learn something new at every turn.
When I was invited to be on View From the Bay, a San Francisco talk show, they want me to talk about how life’s too short not to take risks. (We didn't actually get around to talking about that, but that's a whole other blog post!) Turns out I’m an expert at taking leaps of faith, with all the Pleaping (pink leap of faithing) I’ve done in the past four years. So really, I know what I’m talking about.
Hiya, Pinkies. I've been getting lots of inquiries - especially on Twitter - asking what Owning Pink is all about. What's the story? Why Pink? What is Mojo? How can Owning Pink help me? I realized that while there are stories and snippets here and there on the site, the whole shebang isn't in one place. And so, without further ado, here is the story about how I lost and found my Mojo, and decided it was time for me - and for all of us - to start Owning Pink.
Today is the first day I see patients at my new practice, The Owning Pink Center, an integrative medicine center for vital wellness. In honor of this special day, I wanted to share with you some thoughts I have on being not just well, but VITAL. Too many people (including doctors) settle for being merely "not sick." But I believe we have the capacity for so much more. I believe we can get and keep our mojo, nurture the body so that it performs optimally, and live a joyful, fulfilled life.
It breaks my heart that Sex and The City ended. For nearly a decade, I could pretend that women really do gather together over Cosmos, talking about sex, career, relationships, and the meaning of life according to Carrie Bradshaw, all while decked out in Manolo Blahniks and sporting styling haircuts, both cranial and pubic.
For those of you who believe that Jesus Christ arose from the dead today (or to those who just love the Easter Bunny), Happy Easter! To the Pinkie Buddhists, Jews, Muslims, Hindus, and anyone who refers to the Universe some other way, happy Spring Sunday!