by Pam Hernandez | Jun 8, 2021 | Change, Gratitude, learning, Mindfulness, Personal Growth
“Toto, I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.” –Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz I had cataract surgery on my right eye yesterday. I’ll have my left eye done in a couple of weeks. They replaced my cloudy lens with a multi-focal lens that also...
by Pam Hernandez | May 27, 2021 | Compassion, Mindfulness, Personal Growth, Relationships, Well-being, Women
I have been reading Pema Chodron’s book, Start Where You Are, and the above quote jumped off the page at me. What followed was a beautiful description of gloriousness and wretchedness and the necessity of both in our lives. “Appreciating the gloriousness inspires us,...
by Pam Hernandez | Apr 29, 2021 | Change, Coaching, Helping, Personal Growth, Relationships, Self Acceptance
Do you ever read a book and find yourself highlighting interesting lines on almost every page? That was me as I was reading “Maybe You Should Talk to Someone,” by Lori Gottlieb. The book was recommended to me by another coach. She said the author was very good at...
by Pam Hernandez | Oct 21, 2020 | Change, Personal Growth, Well-being
“There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort” Jane Austen We have a vacation home in the mountains of Colorado and my daughter has been living there during the pandemic. Well, the fires got a little too close, so she packed up and moved to our home in...
by Pam Hernandez | Aug 6, 2020 | Children, Compassion, Daughters, Fathers, Generations, Mothers, Personal Growth, Relationships
If someone thinks that love and peace is a cliche that must have been left behind in the Sixties, that’s his problem. Love and peace are eternal John Lennon Years ago, when I was teaching English, I was asked to judge the National Scholastic Writing Contest with...
by Pam Hernandez | May 27, 2020 | Children, Fathers, Mothers, Personal Growth, Women
Yesterday, I visited my mother’s grave. It was the first time in 20 years. She died 45 years ago. I may sound like an unfeeling daughter, but my mother hated all the rituals surrounding death. There was no funeral (she was buried by cemetery staff); we had a memorial...
