If I were invited to a dinner party with my characters, I wouldn’t show up. — Dr. Seuss, The Sneetches The reality is most of us don’t actually “know” anyone. How can we if we don’t even “know” ourselves? Upon waking up in the morning, I knew I was getting…

/ˌmedəˈnoiə/ a transformative change of heart especially: a spiritual conversion — What a magnificent word. Right?! Carl Jung coined the term to suggest the “spontaneous attempt of the psyche to heal itself from unbearable conflict, melting down and then being reborn in a more adaptive form.” Yeah, that sounds beautiful. But when you experience one, it feels more like you drank…

Isn’t a warm blanket that fits everyone. — An excerpt from Tipping Sacred Cows — By Betsy Chasse Image by Ryan Song — Unsplash Forgiveness, without a doubt, is one of the most complex and harrowing things we humans can endeavor to do as we navigate our lives. …

I still wouldn’t Change a thing. Sometimes in order to be fully present in one moment, one must reflect on the journey taken to get there. This moment, as I sit on my new patio, the sun not yet risen, Venus sparkling like a diamond in the sky. All is…

Really, their life is a mess too. — I’ve been remiss in my writing these days. Partially due to the chaos currently whirling about my life and partially because of the chaos whirling about my mind. After several more private messages, texts and dm’s, this is what came out. Social media has drastically altered our reality. No kidding…

Nothing left to identify the dead — Photo by James Adams on Unsplash Every “Like” is gone. Every ❤️ erased. Every “Your so beautiful” whispered on my post evaporates into the abyss. As if it was never real in the first place. I doubt it was. Just lies told to weave your way into my being. A…

The indoctrination of little girls. — /ˈferē ˌtāl/ • something resembling a fairy tale in being magical, idealized, or extremely happy. “a fairy-tale romance” Most women I have talked to that are in their 50’s were raised with two competing narratives battling for the top spot; Wife/Mother and Bad Ass Feminist-glass ceiling breaking-executive. Our mothers really…

And there won’t be a funeral because no one can afford the casket — I remember being about 10 years old, while driving to LA with my dad, he yammered on and on about how in twenty to thirty years, the middle class would be dead. The American dream no longer filled with apple pie and backyard cook outs. …

I got lost and maybe found on my path to Enlightenment — I once sat on a plane next to a young Buddhist monk. We struck up a conversation, and I learned he was traveling home after being in Burma for several years. He was originally from Laguna Beach and had left his silver-spooned, surfboarded upbringing for a simpler life. …