Corona Chronicles 3-25-2020 Like many, the COVID-19 virus has forced me to look inward, reflect on life, what matters, how to cope, mortality, love, and what I want my legacy to be. Sadly, but truthfully, if it all ended today, the obituary would read, “Here lies Pam, she had a good sense of humor and died pissed off.” I know anger is not the sword that will sustain me through this fight. I also...
Corona Chronicles 3/15/2020 I’ve been avoiding the public opinion sling on social media. Of all the things that could help during troubling times, I don’t see my opinion as a great guiding light, never have. But after listening to a host of news networks, scientists, doctors, spiritual guides, and of course, politicians at the local, state, and federal levels, I realized my opinion is...
I wake on this 4th of July, feeling the heaviness of conflict. On one hand, so very grateful for my freedom, for the house I live in, for meaningful work, for love…and on the other hand, reflecting on the words that appear at the base of the Statue of Liberty, “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore,” I...
My intent was to blog during our road trip, but as technology would have it, a virus attacked my operating system, which I am convinced was the good-humored Universe telling me to unplug. After digging out of another computer ditch, I figured I ought to post the day-one intentions anyway. I altered the tense, but these were my thoughts before cyberspace swallowed them for lunch. Ps. The trip...
I’ve spent the greater part of my life allowing external noise and opinion to shape my self- worth. From early years, trusting Alpha girls who felt compelled to drive my fashion sense, to recent times and subjective commentary on job performance, I am at my best when I fight the battle against these impulses and look within for my value. Thank you Kleinman was birthed from this lesson, another...
I was one of those 90’s parents, conditioned to believing you could never give a child enough love. And because I had so many challenges bringing baby Kate into the world, when she finally arrived, I spent the first 12 years of her life doing everything I possibly could to shower her with affection, protect her from harm, and over-function to the point of peril for us both. It all came to light...
Four years, 77 pounds, stolen website rights, and no lesson learned gently, Thank You Kleinman is back, pushing boundaries and kicking curiosity’s tires again. To the audience who found me relatable and relevant enough to miss, it was your encouragement that helped me press through a troubled relationship with technology, arriving back here on the page where my voice is best heard and feels so at...