I believe that everyone has a story to tell. Over a lifetime of working with people who are troubled with relationships and problems in living and getting by and getting along, I discovered that everyone has a story to share.
Isn’t it amazing that every human being in this world is different? Couples who fall in love and marry truly believe they have found the one and only true soul mate. Yet, within a few months or a year, they begin to discover that s/he seems different and “not like the person I fell in love with.”
Yes, it is true: we are very similar in many ways, and we are all different! I think that is so exciting. And one of the tasks we have in life is to discover: Who am I? What do I want to do when I grow up? Have you noticed that growing up takes us decades to accomplish—if we ever do? I was so pleased and relieved when, at the age of fifty (50)! I suddenly felt I was a real adult. I didn’t have to pretend anymore! I could just be myself! I encourage people whom I meet through my professional work or even as a friend, one of the best ways to find out who you are and are becoming is something to write about. If there is something you do not understand about yourself or that special person in your life, one way to figure it out is to start writing about your experience, and start from an early age. I promise; you will be truly amazed at what you learn about yourself.
This was just a thought I had today. If you want to share anything, I am always willing to listen/read.

My perspective of important topics always start with a little history. Today, I thought I’d write about my
family and when it started.
I was about seven years old when I realized my destiny included an arranged marriage. I had attended a wedding reception for a neighbor lady and my Godfather. My mother had made the arrangements for their meeting and for marrying. This was a huge AHA! experience for me. THAT’S WHAT IS IN STORE FOR ME!
My parents, Greek immigrants who believed daughters at 15 or 16 years of age were too young to select a husband . Parents, especially my father, knew best who would make a good husband. Fast forward: I am 16 and a junior in high school and thinking about my future. I had decided to go into the Nursing Profession so I could work my way through college.
My father was already planning a marriage for me. Tearfully, I refused. “I want to finish high school,” I cried. Thankfully, he did try to be reasonable. Breathing a sigh of relief, I had another year to prepare for the big battle that was coming. I knew I did not want an arranged marriage. I had my own plans for the future. I wanted to choose my own husband, but first, I wanted a professional job and a college education. These were my impossible dreams, and I had a powerful stubborn obstacle to overcome. MY FATHER!
To be continued….or Read what happens in my book, Liberty’s Quest.

Blog: August 2011

My perspective of important topics always start with a little history. Today, I thought I’d write about my own interest in marriage and family and when it started.
I was about seven years old when I realized that my destiny included an arranged marriage. I had attended a wedding reception of a neighbor lady and my Godfather for whom my mother had made the arrangements for their meeting and getting married. This was a huge AHA! Experience for me. THAT’S WHAT IS IN STORE FOR ME!
My parents were Greek immigrant who had a belief that daughters, at 15 or 16 years of age were too young to pick a husband, and parents, especially my father, knew best who would make a good husband. Fast Forward: I am 16 and a junior in high school and thinking about my future. I decided to go into the Nursing Profession so I could work my way through college.
My father was already planning a marriage for me. Tearfully, I refused. “I want to finish high school,” I cried. Thankfully, he did try to be reasonable. Breathing a sigh of relief, I had another year or so to prepare for the big battle that was coming. I knew I did not want an arranged marriage. I had my own plans for the future. I wanted to choose my own husband, but first, I wanted a professional job and a college education. These were my impossible dreams, and I had a powerful stubborn obstacle to overcome: MY FATHER!
To be continued….or…..check out my book, Liberty’s Quest.