The Sophia Project

I don’t mention it often in this blog, but I have a secret super power. I’m a counselor. That’s right. A therapist. A head shrinker. A touchy-feely do-gooder. I have nine and a half years of higher education and 18 years experience in the mental health field to back it up. I’ve got, like, 10 [...]

Today’s guest post is courtesy shamanic practitioner and writer Sandy Phocas. Sandy is based in Winston-Salem, NC, and also works in Virginia, Maryland, and South Carolina. She also serves as an instructor at the prestigious Omega Institute in New York. If you knew your potential, you would laugh at your efforts to fit into smaller [...]

I’m watching the movie “The Black Stallion” in a hotel room, at a conference. I saw this movie in the theaters when it first came out, when I was a kid. Obsessed with horses and The Black Stallion series of books, the movie was my nirvana. It’s a beautiful film, even today. If you’re unfamiliar [...]

It’s Valentine’s Eve. I confess I’m not a huge fan of Valentine’s Day. It just feels so… forced. Last night at Walgreen’s, on my way to the check-out counter with contact lens solution and Emergency-C, I found myself lured into the seasonal aisle, drawn in by the bright pink and red boxes of sweet and [...]

In less than two months I turn 40 years old. Like most people, I’m caught off guard by my own aging process. In my heart I carry all the people I’ve been before: the child, the gawky adolescent, the anxious young woman starting her career and falling in love for the first time. I’m all [...]

When I was in Las Vegas a couple of weeks ago, I attended a play starring an old friend from high school. It was at a small venue, so I had time before and after to mingle with the other audience members, the house staff, and the actors. Dave, my friend, introduced me around and [...]

Today’s guest post is courtesy my friend Ann Witt. Ann is a writer and I’m honored to share her story with you here today.  I was raised in an abusive home. My father’s rage ran the show and my mother’s passivity set the stage for the abuse to continue. I left the house at eighteen [...]