My journey through marriage, affairs, divorce, being a Mom, sexual rebirth, online dating, failed relationships, and lots of sex. Habit forming, one small thing at a time. One of the keys to making lasting and positive changes in our lives is developing habits. One day at a time. Eating well is easier if we just get into the habit of making the right choice, day after day.

Judged by all, loved by two. The cycle of repeating things. Things we want to repeat, like time with the ones we love. Things we pray not to have to repeat. Like loving someone through addiction. Questioning the day you are going to have based on the mood someone else has when they wake up. When they fall, struggle and addiction wins, they are alone and you are angry.

A site to bring together my poems. Love them or hate them, but please leave a comment. Filming funerals in Hendon, London, sitting in the cold Crematorium chapel, reading the memorials whilst waiting for things to begin. I have not made this up. We worked three days amongst the dead,. Bubble of busy-ness in their. Not the Chinese, sober slabs. Slashed with gold logograms; nor the. Italians, severe in studio photographs,.

I am so excited that you have found your way to my world of Second Firsts. I am Christina Rasmussen and I am here to raise the bar of life after loss. I use the basic principles of brain science to change the patterns and habits of grief and help you reenter your life and your career one small step at a time. Make sure you subscribe to my free weekly.

The Ordinary and Interesting Days of Will and Savannah Carrier. In the first 18 months, the cycling was a vehicle for me to get my body back into shape. Which is the better way to view this? This entry was posted .

The Way Bear Sees It. The Love of a Musician. Why do good feelings have to feel so good? August 15, 2015. Monday evening TC and I finally talked. Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps.

The Angel and The Demon Series.

Set free to spread its wings. Singing its song of freedom. Posted by Beatnik du Jour. On April 29, 2015 in poetry. Where no one could see. That kept his treasure near. Posted by Beatnik du Jour. On April 28, 2015 in poetry. When the world comes to an end. The people will lie down. Letting the fire in the sky. Posted by Beatnik du Jour.

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