Sending Your Kid to College

I left my baby this week. Lest you think I’m a bad mother – my baby is nearly six feet tall, rides a unicycle, plays the guitar and often gets mistaken for Zac Efron (A teen pop star, in case you have to ask, like I did). Jeremy is the fourth and last of our…

Mommy, What Happens When We Die?

Answering big questions from our little ones doesn’t have to be traumatic. I always tried to answer my children’s questions about death in a simple, loving way. This is a story I wrote about my daughter, Ashley, who is now 33-years-old. Waking to a loud noise, I sleepily headed towards the light in the kitchen. Who…

Compare and Despair

Click here to read Time.com Why Instagram is the Worst Social Media for Mental Health Does social media cause you to “Compare and despair” and feel inadequate? Do you struggle with Anxiety, Depression or FOMO (fear of missing out)? I read an article that being on social media can ruin both your sleep and body-image,…

Who Is The Chubby Lady IN THE PICTURE?

When I see my fifty-something self in pictures, I cringe and my inner voice says, “Yikes, who is the chubby lady?” The ironic thing is that I use to be a teenage-fashion model. When I was very young, thin and FABULOUS, I looked at pictures of myself, cringed, and my inner voice said, “Yikes!” I’ve…

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  • Melinda Miel - I’m getting in the picture too. We only have one life to live..so I say…be healthy and enjoy as much as you can, while you can.❤❤ReplyCancel

Inner Makeover – True Beauty Revealed

Challenge – The Good News Paper wrote an article about me: Beauty beyond Barbie — Former international Ford fashion model Tonya Ruiz shares how an inner makeover revealed her true beauty Tonya Ruiz says,“Looking beautiful outwardly is only skin deep, but being beautiful is soul deep.” On Tonya’s third birthday her eyes lit up as…

Till Death Do Us Part

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