Every year, every single dang year, I go off some diving board into the deep end of the pool of Christmas. I just can’t understand it. My main suggestion to get through the holidays: Make soup. Seriously, freeze some and you will have a dinner ready. Eat some and you...
Raw & Real When people meet me, they expect a certain level of… decorum. Or knowing. You might say, oh no, people completely accept you as who you are. But they don’t. We don’t; I don’t. If you can hear Ascended Masters/Angels/Ethereal Beings/Guides/Whatever,...
