I am so friggin over my mom. Just so over this. We were responsible for my mother’s happiness since before we were born, tiny embryos developing and taking in her every thought, her every word, her every action. We were soon to learn that if we wanted her love, we must make her happy. No one knew how to do this, including my mother. If we could make her happy, we would be loved, truly loved for who we were. But she has never known who we are. In my mother’s world, as with any
Stress. We feel it, we know what it is, but we often act like there “ain’t nothin’ we can do about it.” Years ago, I gave many talks and led retreats about how to reduce stress. I taught people how to breathe to become calm and present in the moment, and how to recognize what they could change and what they couldn’t change in their lives. I gave them action steps and coached the people who really wanted to make changes. I wrote books and articles. I still do. But some people