I’m glad you stopped by. With the current state of our world continuing to respond to the ongoing coronavirus, three things have come into focus:
(1) personal health
(2) financial security
(3) time with family
My name is Donna Racette and I specialize in empowering women and men to take the reins of their health to become the dominant force in their own life, body, mind, and abundance. Is that what you’re seeking?
My blogs are below and I hope you will enjoy them – but, to learn how I help empower people like you to take the reins of your health, keep reading here
Growing up Racette was, well… magical on many levels. There were boundaries and consequences, yes, but all sprinkled with a dash of, “I dare you!” As part of my blogging experience, I’ve promised to occasionally share “Growing up Racette” moments with the hopes of sowing dream seeds into your soul.
The impetus for covering my bare legs that June morning was the chilly, damp air. Traipsing to my car, I was glad to have the thin layer of nylon between me and the wetness which kept splattering onto the back of my calves. I questioned the sanity of running errands on my late lunch break on such a day. How important were they? Read the full story…
There you are… innocently strolling through the aisles of the store when suddenly, like a best friend pinching your thigh during the scariest part of a movie, you see it. Your eyes reflect the glory of a thousand stars and your inner giddiness is d y i n g to find a way out.
I remember the first conversation I had with my baby sister about the sting of betrayal from someone she considered a solid, trusted friend. She was in her early twenties — as I was when I experienced the sting for the first time as a “non-kid”.
It hurts. A lot if you’re one of those who invests your full self into relationships.
Today’s guest post comes to us from 26-year-old tattoo artist Corbie Sullivan. In addition to his tattoo art, Corbie currently works with mentally handicapped adults in upstate New York. But not so long ago, Corbie served in the Army Infantry for three-and-a-half years, spending 16 months in war-torn Mosul and Baghdad. “I joined the Army because every time I watched a non-fictional war movie or documentary about 9-11, I knew I wanted to contribute and do my part,” he tells me. He tells more — much more — in the up-close-and-personal essay he wrote several years ago. The essay, “The Culture of War Brings Jumble of Emotions” was published in The Post Star on Memorial Day 2009 and re-printed here with Corbie’s permission.
