Yesterday, my husband Bill and I “came out of the closet.” We conducted our very first channeling session in a public venue. Was I scared? Nope…not in the slightest. You see, things have changed so dramatically in our lives over the past few years – even more significantly over the past 8 months
Best-selling author Marianne Williamson came to Charleston recently as part of her Love America tour, and I had the opportunity to attend her Friday night talk. What a firecracker! She is an amazing woman, chock full of spunk! Although there were lots of great nuggets peppered throughout her presentation, one thing really hit home.
Have you ever noticed that God has a sense of humor? When She endowed me with a rebellious streak, She probably thought it would be comical to watch the many predicaments I would get myself into. For example, I dropped out of college after my sophomore year and joined the Army….as an MP, no
When I started blogging, my goal was one post a week for one year – 52 blog posts. At the time, that sounded like a lot! Fifty-two essays…how would I find that many things to write about? What if I came up empty…lost my source of inspiration? Needless to say, that didn’t happen. I
I had big plans for today. Ok, maybe not big, as in flying-to-Hawaii big or meeting-Bill-Murray big (Bill Murray is the shit!) but bigger than sitting-home-watching-my-deck-turn-from-brown-to-white big. You see, here in Charleston (South Carolina), the mere mention of snow, ice, freezing rain, wintery mix, or any synonym thereof, results in a complete shutdown of
For this special blog post, special because it falls on Christmas Eve, I thought I’d take a trip down memory lane. I’ve scoured my journals to bring you some of the most memorable highlights of Christmas’s past. Christmas 1998: Evan was 6 months old, and I was already 3 months pregnant with Natalie (yes,
Today, in honor of the Thanksgiving holiday, I’m going to take a few minutes to wallow in pure, unadulterated appreciation. Today’s blog is my version of Oprah’s gratitude journal. If you follow Abraham-Hicks, you know that being in a state of gratitude is one of the quickest ways to get into the Vortex (aligning
This week, I'm going to regale you with tales from the Brown Family Farm - specifically, goat stories presented in pictures. Buddy, our tan and white goat is a polled (naturally non-horned), neutered male, and Lily, is a tri-color, horned female. They are Myotonic goats, otherwise known as fainters. Buddy and Lily are sweet
It’s a beautiful Saturday night in downtown Charleston. I’m sitting at a piano bar with my husband and some friends from work, having a blast, my voice almost hoarse from singing and yelling. At some point, I sneak a glance at Bill, who is not prone to overt displays of excitement. He’s singing and
If you’ve been following my blog, you may have noticed a bit of a theme. Two weeks ago, I wrote about my penchant for asking “why” and how this sometimes leads me to (respectfully) challenge authority – or at least the status quo. Last week, I took this theme a bit further, discussing civil
