Posts by Suzy Domenick

“I love this about you, you own your shit but not everyone else’s. You’re direct about what is yours and what isn’t.”  Those words were like music to the ears of someone who used to take every single person’s comment, reaction, behavior as their own! This meant all the growth, all the change had taken…

“How can you be on top of the world, and still feel like you are under it?” That line was stated by the member of the group who ultimately took his own life. The pressure of life caught up to him. The weight of life was more than he could bear. He couldn’t get away…

The car took a sharp turn as if it was on the Autobahn, hugging the road at 50 miles per hour. Everyone else was breaking and going 30MPH, but not the Audi SQ5, that flew around the bend. The smaller SUV felt light, lighter than the old one.  The entire test drive took all of…

“Excuse me,” I said, as I ducked away after reaching next to him for crackers. “No problem, I could reach right over you!”, his retort. I laughed and shared, “yes, that happens a lot when you are 5’1”! He looked right at me. “That’s all, 5’1″? Your presence is like 6 feet!” I stopped and…

The sun was just beginning to set on this warm July evening. The night bugs, tree frogs and whatever else is out there were beginning their symphony that fills the night air with music.  Sitting outside with a candle lit and a glass of lemon water, the mind begins to rest, the body relax. The…

I was visiting with my dad yesterday, helping him with a few things and dropping off some groceries. We sat together and I recapped the few days I spent at the shore with my brother, sister-in-law and kids. We talked about the fun we had, the laughs, the food, the sun and water. As per…

“Every time you want to react in the same old way, ask yourself if you want to be a prisoner of the past or a pioneer of the future.” ~ Deepak Chopra Do you ever listen to someone tell you a story and realize that although the characters may have changed or the events are…

How often are we reminded of how short life is, how fleeting it is? Whenever there is a tragedy and someone under 60 years of age passes away, I sit back and think about that dash between dates. It is not a lot of time, and yet we waste so much of it. We waste…

The warmth of the sun mixed with the cool morning air awakened my senses. With each stroke, I felt drops of salt water cooling my already warming skin. The bay was calm, now, and the breeze was at our backs allowing for a fairly easy cruise across to the cove. The cove water was calm…

The group walked onto the dark stage taking their places for their dance. The music started, the lights came on and there they were, 15 special needs adults about to dance in front of a few hundred people. Their yellow and silver costumes moving sometimes in the same direction and sometimes not. The few who…