Oola: My Journey of Self-Discovery and Balance – July 3: Change

Who among us really enjoy change? I’m not talking about the kind of change that comes when you move to a new city or new job. I’m not talking about the changes that occur organically throughout life such as friends who pass through our corner of the world on their way to their next adventure […]

Oola: My Journey of Self-Discovery and Balance – June 23 to July 1: Optimism

How do you define tragedy? For some it is a major incident like losing money or losing a job or some other life-altering loss. For others, it can be as minor as a change in a routine. Now, imagine you are at a crossroads. For you, a minor change can be devastating and today you […]

Oola: My Journey of Self-Discovery and Balance – June 9: Field

What is your field? What do you do to support your home and family? The two key words here are “support” and “your”. Did you notice that or did you assume I was talking about a job or society’s definition of home and family? Support might mean that you are working outside the home. Support […]

Oola: My Journey of Self-Discovery and Balance – June 8: Family

How many times do my family and I sit together and actually listen to each other? Like most people today, probably not many. Sure, we sit together. We have meals together, but do we actually listen? Do we give our full attention to the people who are supposed to mean the most to us? Are […]

Finding a Voice: An Unfinished Journey

“Once upon a time,” that’s how stories start don’t they? The really good ones you remember from childhood, right? Those words held promise of adventure and heroism and romantic notions. They transported you. Or, at least, that’s what they did for me. I could escape through the spaces of the words and the pages of the book and the loops of […]


People talk all the time of their memories from childhood. They describe them with crisp clarity and eloquent rhythms. How do they hold them so close? My memories don’t stay. They are Swiss cheese. Filled with holes. They are butterflies that flee when you get too close. I can’t hold mine. They are photographs – […]