I am sure that a lot of us feel that we are moved by God/the Universe/Source to do all kinds of things. …

I pushed up through the moist Spring earth.

It was pretty simple then. When the mannequins in department stores spoke to me, and helped me find my mother by pointing in the direction she had gone. When my tiny blue plastic mermaid slept safely on her cotton padding in a small white gift box in my desk at…

Here is a list of my articles by category. This page is copied from Joan Gershman with gratitude. My Categories (in alphabetical order): Birth and Parenting You have to fill the empty nest… Or it is really sad. When my youngest kid went to college a few years back, it felt so WEIRD to be home with just my…lynnethompson574.medium.com Surrendering to Motherhood with my au pair’s help I met my husband a bit later in our lives. He was 30 and I was 32. I had been married 7 years before that, and it was…lynnethompson574.medium.com

I know mine used to. I didn’t organize my thoughts, I was too wordy, there wasn’t enough white space. Sometimes my “ask” wasn’t clear. When your emails suck, it lowers your productivity, because people have to come back to you and ask questions about your email. You know what else…

I went to a performance of Handel’s “Messiah” about 30 years ago. It was in Princeton NJ. I had heard this music before, it is often played around Christmas. But I had only heard it one time before that being sung live. I am often moved by great music. I…

Maybe you listen to a bunch of podcasts and love them. Maybe you are thinking that you have stuff to say too, and how can you start a podcast? I am here to tell you it’s not that hard if you have a little help. I don’t know exactly why…

It’s really hard when we lose someone close to us, or a friend loses someone suddenly. Grief can strip everything from us, our sense of security, our joy, our sleep! It pulls the rug out from us and we try hard to keep on going. After a while, we start…

I grew up in an alcoholic household. I am the child of an alcoholic. My father was what you call a “functional alcoholic,” whatever the heck that means. But he lived to be almost 89 and was drinking until the end. …