All of my life, up until the light body process, I was a skinny person. I could eat anything in any amount and not gain an ounce. In fact, when I was a teenager, in the early 60s, the beauty ideal for the female was well-rounded and voluptuous, so I yearned to gain some girth. Continue reading
The Statue of Liberty has an eloquent poem inscribed on it that reads,
“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
I don’t know about any of you who drive, but I am NOT fond of the back-up-into-a-space parking maneuver. It takes me sometimes several rather embarrassing tries before I get the vehicle pretty close to being equidistant between the painted lines.
As a young child, sitting at the kitchen table, I would often drift off into my own world. My mother would chide me with, “Wake up! You’re dreaming!” And at other times, when things didn’t go smoothly for me, and I was angry and impatient with things not happening when I wanted them to, she would tell me that I had a very unrealistic view of life. Continue reading