My blog, The Morning Butterfly, is my personal healing Journey. Through my experience, I share what I call the cha cha of life, and hope that it inspires others to dig deep and heal their wounds, allowing them to soar!
The embrace was warm and lasted over 30 seconds. When they pulled away, the older woman was openly crying, the younger woman trying to hold it together. The younger woman reminder her to call when she got home and walked away. The older woman sat down beside me, sniffling and sobbing softly. I dug into…
Read MoreThere are times in life when everything is just clicking. You feel strong, in tune with your needs, in tune with your intuition. Every situation is handled to the best of your ability, and things just seem to work themselves out. There are times in life when you feel like everything is hitting on all…
Read MoreIt was 8 am on a Monday morning and I was meeting with a woman who was paired with me in a mentoring relationship through one of our women’s affinity groups. Being a mentor to individuals who are looking to grow in their role or career gives me a tremendous sense of satisfaction. Much of…
Read MoreI was excited with anticipation. My car sped down the Garden State Parkway focused on reaching my brother’s home quickly. My great nieces had asked that I spend some time with them while they stayed with my brother and sister-in-law for the week and this was the night I could get there. It had been…
Read More“Was it a bad day, or was it a bad five minutes that you used as an excuse to say you had a bad day?” ~ unknown Everyone has bad days. Everyone has stresses and issues. Everyone has challenges, even those who appear to be living a charmed life. But is it always a…
Read MoreGrowing up in the 1960’s and 1970’s in small town America was close to idyllic. There was never a time you were afraid as a young child. There were always children outside, walking to school, biking across town and playing hide and seek around the neighborhood. We did not worry. The town, with its tree-lined streets…
Read MoreThe porch swing squeak disturbed the quiet night. The random car lights blinded me. My thoughts interrupted by the sound of a garbage truck around the corner. What would a garbage truck be doing out at this hour, I wondered, knowing I wouldn’t get an answer. I sat quietly soaking up the day’s events,…
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