Imagine this scenario: You and your man are out to a restaurant with friends. The food is good, drinks are flowing and the conversation is lively. Everyone is having a good time. Your friend’s man reaches for the salt and accidentally knocks her drink over, spilling it on the table and in her lap.
“Watch what you’re doing!” she shouts, jumping up from her seat and brushing the ice from her pants. “You’re so clumsy.”
“Honey, I’m sorry,” he says, attempting to blot the liquid from the table and handling her some dry napkins. “I didn’t realize –“
“Just stop!” she snaps, cutting him off and grabbing the napkins with a sigh and roll of her eyes. “I’ll do it.”
Meanwhile, you and your other friends exchange empathetic glances with her man as he returns to his seat, dejected, waiting for the storm to pass.
Her voice carries in the hallway as she greets her adoring fans. The closer it gets, the louder it gets; and the hair on the back of your neck stands at attention. She’s coming to your office and you know exactly what she wants. Unable to dash out for fear of being seen, you hide under your desk, hoping she will keep going if she doesn’t see you sitting there.
And then a figure fills your doorway and casts a shadow across the floor. It’s Stacy, your coworker! You squeeze your eyes shut, as if by doing so she will become temporarily blind, and hold your breath. It seems like an eternity before she mutters an expletive and walks away. Gasping for air, you crawl out from under your desk, as again you hear her voice in the hallway; only this time it’s getting farther and farther away.
For a good part of my 48 years, for one reason or another, I’ve heard examples of the double standard being applied to males and females. Particularly when it comes to sexual morality, males have more freedom than females; but why? This unwritten code of sexual behavior had never been explained to me as succinctly as it recently was by a 16-year-old high school student.
Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us – the seventh and eighth lines of The Lord’s Prayer; a prayer many of us recite daily. Just imagine if the Lord forgave us according to the measure we use to forgive others. Things would look pretty bleak!
We’ve all been hurt, lied to, misunderstood, or rejected by someone. The pain is real and we want to strike back, but the trick is to forgive them for the transgression and let it go. Let it go! Continue reading
“You say what you want to say when you don’t care who’s listening” – Allen Ginsberg
Profound words? Maybe. Maybe not. Definitely liberating for a new blogger like me!
For months I poured over my blog; writing and re-writing, tweaking my thoughts. Trying to get everything perfect for my debut post. I have no idea how to blog. I mean, I know what I want to say, generally, but what if it doesn’t come across in a catchy, bloggy kind of way? And who’s gonna listen to what I have to say, anyway? Continue reading
When I contemplated becoming a life coach, I had no idea where it would take me. All I knew was that I wanted to help people achieve more fulfilling relationships with their romantic partners, family members and friends. Now, 3 years later, I’ve taken that vision a step further, with the hope that I can reach even more people than before. Continue reading