You Left Me Standing-  I was seven traveling from Cologne, Germany to destination unknown.  I had been kidnapped by my dad and on the run for a little over a year. Back then amber alerts and milk cartons with faces of missing children didn't exist.  Tired from dragging my yellow suitcase across the platform of the train station, I stood frozen from exhaustion. My father was somewhere past the crowd as I disappeared quickly into the fury of people brushing past me. Losing my bearings, I started to panic. My father took 10 minutes, which felt like an eternity to find me, as I stood crying in hysterics. Sniffling through my tears I bravely blurted out, "You left me standing, why did you do that?"

Always Just Beyond-  Two years ago we started trying for a baby. After 3 miscarriages and a team of fertility helpers there comes a time when letting go is all I have, because I have no other choice than to let go and follow my inner knowing. It is always a never ending journey as I close the gap between where I am and where I want to be and know that where I am is exactly where I need to be. And the only way for me to reach the other side, is to feel my way into being and experience the process.

Desperate But Not Defeated-  I remember rolling out of bed one morning into my cardboard slippers.  It was time for group therapy. Unable to speak, my motor skills were hindered by all the drugs that were being pumped into me. "How long had I been here?" I thought to myself. And then I remembered, like a scratched up photograph that my dad had flown out from Boston to collect me. After being admitted to a state facility in Los Angeles, I was too far gone for him to take me anywhere. I felt like a rag doll that had been discarded by its owner. Would he come back to get me or did he abandoned me for the last time? I started crying uncontrollably, afraid of the unknown and left with trying to sort through the years of abuse.

Older & Wiser-  Sometimes I feel like going down and strangling my inner voice that says "No, you can't do that". And then I realize that if I just close my eyes or play with my dog Ellie or be one with nature, a shift happens where I can start to feel good about myself and know there is only well being.

Nothing to Say-  I was watching "Grey's Anatomy", I love that show. And there was this scene where George wanted to talk to Callie about ending their short lived marriage. She was exhausted and emotionally distraught over George's affair and hospital gossip. There was this moment when George finally wanted to talk with Callie and call their marriage off. Callie turned to George and Said, "not tonight George". It was such a powerful moment, a time I can relate to, when I've realized I've stayed too long in a relationship that I know is over.

This is Love-  There's nothing like a second chance at getting love right. After a failed marriage the first time around, (my current and hopefully last husband for me to be married to) Marc and I, really enjoy each other and appreciate that our past has helped us to become who we are. There is nothing like a love where two people are looking toward the future together and realize that our mission is much bigger than just ourselves.

Your House-  It was winter 1992. I was flying from NYC to LA to be reunited with mom after 18 years of separation. It was a strange and confusing time for me. I was literally losing my mind. Just the day before, I tried hitting my roommate over the head with a frying pan as she hid quietly in her room. I'm serious, just ask her. Convinced there was an agent spying on me, I found a phone at Newark airport to let my mom know I was on my way but that the Mafia was following me. Once I made it too LA I thought I would be excited to see my mom but I was falling apart, I was a "girl interrupted".  Within 48 hours I was admitted into Martin Luther King Jr. Drew mental facility near south Compton. 5150 is what they labeled me as the police escorted me into the observation room and whisked me away into a strait jacket. This was before Brittney Spears made it fashionable to go mental. My mom came almost every day to visit me; it was during those visits that I shared all my childhood secrets with her.

Stay Awhile-  I was celebrating my birthday by going to one of my favorite beaches in Malibu with my husband. We decided to pack a lunch, music and books so that we could enjoy some R & R. Laying under our umbrella, listening to music I slowly drifted into a light slumber when I felt a sharp poke on the top of my toe. I looked over to my husband thinking he was playing footsies with me but he was enjoying the sounds of his own snoozing. Finally I looked down to my foot only to have a duck nibbling on my big toe. It was as if the universe was saying, "You are taking life way too seriously."

All Alone-  About five years ago, I attempted to reach out to my father after having no contact with him for over 10 years. One day I decided enough was enough and called him, only to be faced with a series of hang ups. Phone call after phone call, he refused to come to the table, when finally I yelled into his machine "You f*&*er you better pick up."  I wailed for hours like a wolf abandoned by its pack.  I could feel my body wanting to go through the emotional death of my relationship with my father and allowed my outburst to come full circle.  Luckily, I had years of therapy and a deeper understanding through my Buddhist practice that no matter the matter, I had to take full responsibility for my life. It was in that moment that I realized that I was not a victim. That I had chosen to be here on this earth and that there was nothing outside of me creating my reality. That it was up to me as to how I would create value and contribute to the world around me. My life's lesson has been about losing and finding me.

There's No Time-  I really do feel complete. I have come to place where there are no more tears to cry.  And that the most important relationship, is the relationship that I have to myself.