Author: thepathtoworthy

I read the comments several times, and then I Google’d. I did. I took the time to look up posts that picked up on the insanity I was bearing witness to. I was going to just keep on moving through, but then, someone started a thread about her nipples. Not, like “wow, they are beautiful,… Continue reading Mind Your Own Tatas.

Ever think others have a perfect life? Think again… The feeling was unsettling. Uncomfortable. Forty-one on the cusp of forty-two and overwhelmed. No, intimidated. Yes. By immaculately curled dirty blonde hair and sparkly giant diamond solitaire studs and highly glossed lips and a wrap dress that perfectly hugged a trim but luscious figure. By how… Continue reading Poolside Perfection.

A friend of mine recently asked me how I felt about my birthday this year. She clarified her question by sharing that she usually feels stressed when her day of birth rolls around. She shared that she usually had certain expectations for the year that is coming to a close and often spends time analyzing… Continue reading Day of Birth Celebrations.

I really want to revisit the subject of bullies today. I had all these ideas in my head about what I was going to write about and then I spent a few days being bullied. Here and there and everywhere. The bullying was sometimes overt and sometimes it was so under the surface, so subliminal,… Continue reading BULLIES.

I was taught at some point in my writing education (which admittedly occurred mostly later in life) that one should be sensitive when writing about other cultures, religions, ethnicities, skin colors, sexualities, etc. Basically speaking, one should be mindful when writing about any situation outside one’s own. Careful to temper judgments and accusations and wide-ranging… Continue reading A Mile in Her Broken Shoes.

A long time ago, my mother had to do the unthinkable and ruin an engagement surprise. Before you judge, understand that she agonized over this decision. I won’t get into any of the details right now, as they are not so important, other than sharing that she wanted me to have time to process and… Continue reading Happy Birthday, Mama.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about communication. Okay, I’ve been thinking about it since birth, really. But I’ve been giving it more specific, granular brain focus lately. I’ve come to this, perhaps, very obvious revelation that no matter how solid our communication techniques, we are starting out behind the eight ball if we don’t… Continue reading Can we talk?

I was taking a writing class a year or so ago and I was tasked with responding to the following prompt: Your personal slice of paradise. This is what I wrote… I know what people mean when they say that the seasons put forth a fragrance in the air. Winter smells like fireplaces and the… Continue reading Run, Safely.

I was telling my mom, and a good friend, that I identify mostly as a marshmallow in a world filled with forks. My dear friend advised that she too is marshmallow status (hence our kinship) and mom, in true mom fashion, advised that the Yiddish word for marshmallow is shney-kishele, which translates to tiny little… Continue reading Marshmallow Life.

Hi. I'm back. Sort of. I was away, writing my tush off. I'm trying to figure out what's next for here. Something is next. There is a reason why I renewed this website. I'm not done yet. Not even close folks. Here's a funny little prompt response/story to get you laughing until next week when… Continue reading Just a tidbit.