The vision of MiddlePauseMedia has come to life!
That’s right! MiddlePauseMedia (MPM) is growing into a force to be reckoned with. (Don’t you just love cliches?)
What the heck am I talking about?
Books! Books filled with stories of the women of our Middle-Pause Publication. …
Not one, but two.
You can do it, Debbie! Lean on the walker handles and put one foot in front of the other.
My son dropped me off at the back of the orthopedic surgeon’s office instead of the front lobby. When I shuffled inside, the elevators were nowhere in sight. …
Until our newsletter writing genius returns.
It’s really great to talk to ya’ll again! But I’ll make this newsletter short & sweet.
One thing I know for sure, though, is we’ve got to uphold and support each other in these trying times. Families are hurting, we are angry, and searching for answers.
That is the reason…
The feasts have blessed my life.
Have you heard of the Feasts of the Jews? They are specific times declared by God in the Old Testament of the Bible to be celebrated annually.
The Fall Feasts begin with Rosh Hashanah and end 10 days later with Yom Kippur.
At least for this newsletter.
Welcome, Sisters!
It’s been a minute since I’ve written this newsletter. I do miss it, though. Our beloved writer, editor, and Middle-Pause (MP) sister, Marilyn Flower, is off to visit her mother & sister for the holiday weekend. You need this well-deserved break, sis!
Where to begin…hmm.
Queen Meg and…
Through the years of training, falling, and failing, I learned to crush my adversary.
The truth is that falling hurts. The dare is to keep being brave and feel your way back up. — Brene’ Brown
I have a nemesis. He is called by many names, but he appears to me as shame. He has even built an Arena of Shame, and I’ve fought…
My sisters and I are constructing a rainbow.
Breathe, Debbie, breathe.
Sometimes, when I focus on my breath during meditation, I forget to breathe. I get pulled in, sucked into a moment. My mind takes me to a place in the future, or the past, or perhaps nowhere in time. Today, I am in a place of wonder.
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Why is it every time I find myself on the edge of joy, I withdraw?
Joy is a concept that runs deep in my life. I want it but it always seems to escape me. Joy is at the edge of my fingertips, taunting me, inviting me to partake of its fruits.
But something stops me like a sting or a prick. …
How I’ve become the dragon I killed as a child
Time. I have been conscious of time my entire life. Not in a subconscious kind of way, but always looking back and around and anticipating a future time.
Even as a child.
Scary Time
I remember living or existing in a time of child abuse. Yearning for the years to be over…
