Are You in Touch With Your Warrior Goddess?
March 27, 2011 by Cathy Meyer
Filed under Editor's Picks, Health, Wellbeing
Submitted by: Robin Dake I signed up for the Warrior Dash last week. The Warrior Dash is a 3-mile cross country foot-race that involves obstacles like a mud pit with barbed wire overhead, a pond with logs to clamor over and a line of fire crossing the path to the finish line. I think it [...]
The Transformational Power of Emotional Pain
February 7, 2010 by Cathy Meyer
Filed under Deciding to leave, Evolution, Healing, Identity, Wellbeing
Submitted by: Malou I have been living a life short of a fairy tale until that fateful day last year. A job, a wonderful husband, a delightful daughter, a big house complete with a garden, a whole room dedicated just for my clothes and shoes….I was a princess!! The only thing missing was a dog [...]
Birthday Tiaras: The Sweetness of Life After Divorce
October 13, 2009 by Cathy Meyer
Filed under Evolution, Holidays, Identity
Submitted by: Maya It was my birthday yesterday. I don’t know about you but I still get that princess feeling when I wake up and realise that it’s MY day. I polish my mental tiara and walk out into the world, seeing the flowers looking a little brighter, the coffee smells a bit nuttier, the [...]
Turning an Unwanted Divorce Into an Opportunity
July 8, 2009 by Cathy Meyer
Filed under Coping, Grief & Anger, Healing, Wisdom Gained
I was reading Cathy’s advice to Mindy. Mindy who is experiencing everything that we experience when it all falls apart. I wanted to respond but it’s too long for just a comment… here we go: Mindy, this is a time like no other. You are allowed to grieve, to be raging mad, to cry ~ [...]
Anger, Passion & the BeeBopping Minivan
March 4, 2009 by Cathy Meyer
Filed under NoMore, Single Moms
Submitted by Delaine Moore Wow. OK. So get this: I’d just spent a half-hour talking to my lawyer around a flaming issue between me and my ex. Under her counsel, I then wrote my ex an email (with shaking hands), and fired it off just in time to race out the door: I had to [...]




