Simply Authentic…Your Soul Voice is Calling. It’s All Relative (Including Your Relatives)

Simply Authentic…Your Soul Voice is Calling. It’s All Relative (Including Your Relatives)

It’s All Relative (Including Your Relatives)

It’s been raining here in the Willamette Valley. Raining hard. People often complain about it. I’m often one of those people.

Until I remember my childhood in South Dakota, when there were summers of drought, and farmers didn’t know if crops would survive so they’d have grain to sell come harvest. The smell of rain-drenched earth after a parched summer, running through mud-puddles, and basking in the glow of rainbows dipped into twilight is as entrenched in my memory as the feel of a horse under my body.

Everything is relative, including our relatives. Have you ever talked about a gathering with family members or friends, weeks, months or years after the event, and learned everyone at the party had a completely different take on the same conversation or happening?

I’ve made a commitment for the year of 2018 – to start becoming the best vocalist, the best singer, I can be. And therefore, be able to give even more to my vocal students.

Can you imagine what would happen if I compared myself to Barbra Streisand or Lady Gaga?

I can. I would immediately shut down.

Everything is relative. My personal vocal practice is my own personal best…it has nothing to do with other professional singers or other professional voice teachers.

Where do you want to proclaim your personal best in 2018, knowing it’s not a competition – only a deep desire in your heart?

Here’s a sample of my work: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i8alNyT2Siw. If you like it, please like it on YouTube! Grab your stage and OWN it – speak like you want to be heard! Bring me on board for your next keynote or workshop.

What people are saying about HONE Your Message:

I came away with a much better understanding of how to do, and effectively use, belly breathing to speak confidently, efficiently and effectively. -Caroline M.

Laura is a skilled teacher and observer of her students. -Anita E.

Supportive, fun, safe…and immediately applicable tools and skills. -Barbara M.

Laura truly connects with her audience. She makes people feel comfortable and safe to be vulnerable and find their authentic voice. Thank you. -Angela P.

Laura was fantastic and empowering. -Laura D.

If you found this post helpful, please spread the love and pass it along to a friend!

Authentically Yours, Laura

Simply Authentic…Your Soul Voice is Calling. Why We Sing

Simply Authentic…Your Soul Voice is Calling. Why We Sing

Why We Sing

Every year, I choose a book to support me in opening my days on a positive and inspiring note. Have you ever tried this? I highly recommend it. In the morning, make a cup of tea or coffee, then go back to bed, prop up your pillows, and read something inspirational, instead of checking your e-mails and on-line feed first thing. In 2017 (for the second time), I chose Mark Nepo’s  http://marknepo.com/ The Book of Awakening.

As a certified Transformational Voice® teacher, speaker coach, and creator of HONE Your Message, Nepo’s December 29th segment particularly speaks to me, and I suspect you will love it, too. Sit back, relax, and drink in Nepo’s amazing words about why we must sing.

December 29

Sing Then

As long as we sing, the pain of the world cannot claim our lives.

Through cancer, through growing up in America, through learning about the innumerable struggles for freedom around the world, all different but the same, through being with the people of South Africa, it has become very clear that giving voice to what is inner is essential to surviving what is outer. No matter where we live or whom we love, no matter what we want or what we can’t have, this is the lesson I can’t repeat or learn enough.

When everything in life presses from outside of us, we have no choice but to sing like scared children relying on their song to stop the pain, the way that fire stalls the cold. This is the secret of all spirit, why it cannot stay inside, but must be brought from within us into the world. For it is the song from within that keeps the pain of living from snuffing our lives. It is the song from within ignited, again and again, that keeps the world going. When we do this for ourselves, we do it for every child not yet born.

As night and day take turns on this massive Earth spinning nowhere, the song we share within takes turns with the catastrophes of living. When we go silent, the age goes dark.

Sing, then, in whatever tongue your pain has taught you. Sing, though you have no training and never went to school. Sing, because the cry from all the places you have kept quiet will stall the cold, will soften the danger, will keep the world possible for one more turn…

Mark Nepo, The Book of Awakening: Having the Life You Want by Being Present to the Moment

And…please…contact me, or another certified Transformational Voice® teacher, if you would like training with your singing voice. Here’s a sample of my work: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i8alNyT2Siw. If you like it, please like it on YouTube! Grab your stage and OWN it – speak like you want to be heard! Bring me on board for your next keynote or workshop.

What people are saying about HONE Your Message:

I came away with a much better understanding of how to do, and effectively use, belly breathing to speak confidently, efficiently and effectively. -Caroline M.

Laura is a skilled teacher and observer of her students. -Anita E.

Supportive, fun, safe…and immediately applicable tools and skills. -Barbara M.

Laura truly connects with her audience. She makes people feel comfortable and safe to be vulnerable and find their authentic voice. Thank you. -Angela P.

Laura was fantastic and empowering. -Laura D.

If you found this post helpful, please spread the love and pass it along to a friend!

Authentically Yours, Laura

Simply Authentic…Your Soul Voice is Calling. A Break from our Regularly Scheduled Programming…Getting Personal

Simply Authentic…Your Soul Voice is Calling. A Break from our Regularly Scheduled Programming…Getting Personal

A Break from Our Regularly Scheduled Programming…Getting Personal

In the last few weeks, I’ve had conversations with three different women who are ready to meet their partner, soul mate, life love. Each time, I recommended the same exercise.

Now, this is not my area of expertise. I’m a voice teacher and speaker coach. However…(!)…you may not know my first business was a match-making service, Single Search Upper Oregon. I licensed the northern Oregon territory from the founder and owner of Single Search Global, before the days of on-line services like Match.com.

I was in my (over 12-year) marriage at the time. Three years after our divorce in 2006, the time came when I was ready to meet someone who would be my life-long partner, whether we ever got legally married or not. A friend recommended this exercise, and I did it.

I call it A Letter to my Beloved.

You write a letter to your beloved you haven’t yet met.

I can’t think of any clearer way to set the intention for what you want in a long-term relationship, and get the energetic wheels spinning in motion to be the best partner you can be, and attract that beloved partner to you.

I dragged out an old computer, just so I could share with you excerpts from my Letter to my Beloved, written January 24, 2009. I met George in May of 2010. We didn’t start dating until September of 2012, and within 10 days of that first walking trip to a tennis court, were in a committed relationship.

Over five years later, we’re still crazy in love and have – by far – the most loving, compassionate and fun relationship either of us has ever had.

Are you ready? This is highly personal stuff! I wrote for just over two pages, single-spaced. Here are excerpts:

January 24, 2009

Dear Beloved,

I want to let you know how grateful I am to be sharing my life with you.

In many ways, I feel like my life began the day we met. A new life anyway. A way to re-live, through my relationship with you.

You free me while you embrace me.

You lift me up while you center and ground me.

You make me laugh. God, how I love the laughter between us. The open and honest communication we share. The physical activity, walks, picnics, dinner parties, everything.

This is the most freeing and yet always entwined relationship I have ever experienced…

You understand me. It’s like you can reach into my heart and know what’s there before I even have to voice it. Yet…you’re such a wonderful conversationalist! I can talk to you with complete openness, honesty, bare naked truth, knowing I will never be judged, condemned, made to feel I need to change, or am in any way less than perfect.

Of course, I’m not perfect, and you know this. But being with you…this sounds like a line from a movie…it is a line from a Movie (As Good As It Gets)…makes me want to be a better person. Don’t get me wrong, I know I’m a good person and always have been, to the best of my abilities and knowledge and understanding I had at the time. But you, beloved – dear you – you inspire me to greatness. You applaud the spirit inside me in your gentle, fun, and creative way that I love so much.

I know what you’re going to say. You will say I’m the one who has done the work and made the progress, the decisions, the choices. And, of course, that is true. But look at what we have created here together! This is beyond awesome. I have never felt so blessed, so joyous, so grateful…at least not in this lifetime. We are one heaven of a team, you and me. I love you with all of my heart and all of my soul.

I have been blessed in this lifetime with so much love, so many wonderful relationships, and so many spectacular people. But, I gotta say, meeting you was the pinnacle, and still is…every single day, every moment. You float my boat, Hon.

I love how we can hold hands when we disagree.

I so appreciate your talent and creativity.

You have a really good vocabulary, have I ever told you that? I so appreciate your sharp mind, your deep wisdom, and willingness to explore.

Perhaps most of all, I appreciate your open heart, warm spirit, and kind, generous nature. You are truly an angel on Earth, my beloved. You touch everyone you meet, not just me, with your blessed, simple beingness. I’ve never met anyone quite like you – it’s like you were created for the sole/soul purpose of being with me, and me for you. I’ve never been in a situation like this, where everything just flowed so smoothly, and when there are doubts or conflicts, we can open our hearts and discuss them without the blame, negativity or criticism I’d grown to be accustomed to in the past.

You truly understand how to make other people find their own worth and value, just in the way you look at them, or a couple of words you may utter. I hope you truly understand what a positive influence you have been, on so many people. I see it even when we’re in a restaurant by the way you interact with the server. I wonder how many people have been inspired by you, without your knowledge.

You walk through life gracefully, yet with intention and purpose. You’ve impacted my life in such positive ways,,,

And, thank you for the so-called “little” things, which are really big things. The way you toss a salad. Barbeque a steak. How you rub my back, shoulders, and feet. How you bring me little gifts for no specific reason, but always a big reason. You are so thoughtful…

We enhance each other’s energy, not detract or drain. Those rare times we have a disagreement, are in a bad mood, or whatever – we understand how to give each other space and when and how to communicate about it. I’ve never had such great arguments before! Because they aren’t really arguments. We allow space, we express how we’re feeling…

I love that you love animals, nature, all of God’s creation. The depth of your character. I love your hair. I love the sound of your voice. I love the way you make love to me…Well…let’s put it this way. The Rolling Stones might have no satisfaction, and I am no rolling stone. Baby, you do it for me. And I love how I do it for you. As the Beach Boys once sang, good vibrations.

That’s all that is coming to me to write right now. I haven’t met you yet. When I do, I hope this letter makes you smile inside and out. You have a great smile.

With all of my Love, All of Me, Always,

Laura

I ran across my letter, while searching for something else, after George and I had been together for about two years. I had forgotten I’d written it. I printed it and handed it to him. He said, “Wow, that’s a little eerie,” with his great smile.

Yes, eerie and wonderful at the same time.

If you’re ready to meet your Ms. or Mr. Wonderful, you might want to try A Letter to my Beloved. Let me know on the blog if you decide to do it! I’ll be curious to hear.

Thanks to the amazing Jerry Wilson for my speaker reel! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i8alNyT2Siw. If you like it, please like it on YouTube! Grab your stage and OWN it – speak like you want to be heard! Bring me on board for your next keynote or workshop.

What people are saying about HONE Your Message:

I came away with a much better understanding of how to do, and effectively use, belly breathing to speak confidently, efficiently and effectively. -Caroline M.

Laura is a skilled teacher and observer of her students. -Anita E.

Supportive, fun, safe…and immediately applicable tools and skills. -Barbara M.

Laura truly connects with her audience. She makes people feel comfortable and safe to be vulnerable and find their authentic voice. Thank you. -Angela P.

Laura was fantastic and empowering. -Laura D.

If you found this post helpful, please spread the love and pass it along to a friend!

Authentically Yours, Laura

Simply Authentic…Your Soul Voice is Calling. Happy Holidays…What if Everything was a Gift?

Simply Authentic…Your Soul Voice is Calling. Happy Holidays…What if Everything was a Gift?

Happy Holidays…What if Everything was a Gift?

Merry Christmas! Happy Hanukkah! Happy Kwanzaa! I hope you had a great Winter Solstice celebration!

What does the holiday season mean to you? And how do you express it through your voice (inner and outer)?

Do you look forward to cookie-baking gatherings, holiday parties, or groan inwardly at the hordes of masses in the mall as you shop for that one special thing for that one special person…or pretty much just anything that might work for the people on your gift list?

What was the most important ritual during the holiday season, in the spiritual or cultural tradition you were raised in?

I’d love to hear your responses on the blog, so please indulge me as I share some childhood Christmas memories.

My family went to the First Presbyterian church in Raymond, South Dakota, a town of now less than 50 people. I was raised on a farm 11 miles from that tiny town.

I was always an angel in the Christmas Eve pageant, and loved the role, ouchy wings and itchy halo and all. I was able to sing, and loved the traditional holiday carols. We had our rehearsal the same day “Santa” came to town on the one main road, tossing out – from the back of a pickup truck – bags of candy and fruit for we children. Then, we went caroling, and the “town ladies” passed out their homemade candy, like Mrs. Herther’s divinity.

The Christmas Eve service was, to me, heartfully reverent, especially at the end when the lights were dimmed, and the candles were passed out, being lit from one person in a pew to the next. A hush fell over the church, and I truly felt the presence of God, just like I did walking through the hills close to our house with Lucy the dog, or riding on the back of my horse, Princess.

My mother came from a family of nine children, and Christmas Day was always at our house. Mom decorated, and we always had a Christmas tree, with presents either under the tree or on the fireplace hearth. Before long, the aunts, uncles, and cousins started showing up. All the women in my family are great cooks, so the food was always delicious and plentiful. We cousins would sled and toboggan on the hill beyond the shelterbelt, and come in to Dad’s home-churned vanilla ice cream and Mom’s homemade hot fudge sauce. Then we’d play ping pong on the table in the basement. Later, I would often knock out a few tunes on the piano, and some of the relatives would come in to sing with me.

The whole experience, year after year, was Normal Rockwell-esque. And then…I was consistently sad when everyone left…and the day was over.

My childhood holiday memories are precious, and worth reliving, even with the melancholy at the end of the day.

Yet I know it’s not that way for everyone. Some people had lousy holidays, if they celebrated holidays at all.

I’ve continued to scale down every year, because I just don’t have the energy for massive holiday commitments anymore. Perhaps I will next year…not this year, though.

George and I decorated a small tree we ordered online. I put up a few decorations, including the creche which belonged to my Grandma Handke. We made chicken parmigiana with salads and bread for Thanksgiving, and are making a small batch of Great Aunt Martha’s lasagna for Christmas dinner. I was invited to two holiday dinners and made potluck contributions for two holiday potlucks, along with two batches of homemade English Toffee I shared with others.

Then, I decided to treat myself to the gift of a pedicure. My toenails were ragged and painful, and I just didn’t have the gumption to clip, file and paint them myself. I went to the recently re-purchased and renovated place, La Vie Salon, near my home. The young owner, Annie, introduced me to the older woman, Maya, who gave me one of the most amazing pedicures I’ve ever had. Yes, she clipped my toenails short like I like; yes, the shimmery goldish bronze color we decided on looked pretty on the end of my toes…yet, here’s where I tear up.

At one point, this lovely Asian woman with slight wrinkles around her eyes, dark hair pulled back, and black-rimmed glasses was rubbing my foot. My eyes had been closed for quite a while as she massaged both of my calves, and then my feet. I had sunk into a meditative state.

A sudden heavy rain-fall hit and we all came alive. I opened my eyes. And I was staring into Maya’s. She asked with her face if the foot massage was good, and I nodded and smiled. Big smile. She smiled back. I closed my eyes again, and tears came as my heart opened. My heart was opening so big and wide that I wanted to just bawl and let out everything that hadn’t been let out – about how badly I needed someone I barely knew to care for me, and how much I had been holding in trying to just get every damned little thing done. Even though I don’t do much during the holiday season! Go figure!

So, I kept trying to pretend like I wasn’t crying, even though I was. I closed my eyes again, breathed, wiped the tears when they started rolling down a little. Pretended like I was adjusting my makeup.

When the pedicure was done, I happily wrote out my check, with a nice tip, while I saw a purple Buddha statue at the counter. The salon was dressed in Christmas clothing, including a decorated Christmas tree, and Christmas tunes had been playing on the speaker while Maya worked her magic on my calves, feet and toenails.

After I got home with ingredients for dinner and one of the holiday potluck dishes, I made a fresh batch of nectar for the hummingbirds coming to the hummingbird feeder. Which I do whenever the feeder is running low anyway…but this time I thought of it as a holiday gift for the birds. That thought made my heart smile. And my face, too.

And then I thought of something I could do for Maya. Maya, who opened my heart so much I held the tears in until after I got home and then totally let them go and bawled like a baby.

Years ago, one of my ex-husband’s sons gifted me with a beautiful small statue of Kwan Yin, or Guanyin, a Buddhist bodhisattva, what I would term “Goddess” of Compassion. That figurine has been treasured on the altar in my home office for years…and something told me to give it to Maya.

So, I cleaned up lovely Guanyin, wrapped her in tissue, placed her in a “Season’s Greetings” gift bag, and wrote a hand-written card (in my language; she will need a translator) for Maya.  I delivered the gift to the salon the next day.

Now, I have no idea what Maya’s reaction might be. For all I know, in her cultural and spiritual tradition, giving a “used” gift might be considered bad manners. Or maybe her Buddhist tradition is one that doesn’t embrace Guanyin; I don’t know.

Yet I do know I went with what was in my heart. During the pedicure, I felt enormous compassion coming from Maya. This made me feel the same towards her. I don’t think I express that kind of compassion towards other people regularly, nor do I necessarily give it to myself.

I wonder…whatever our spiritual or cultural traditions…what would happen if we can all think of everything we say and do, all throughout the year, as a gift? Perhaps a gift of what brings us expression, certainly through our voice, our music! Joy to those we love. And, certainly, compassion.

The truest and deepest of happy holidays to you.

Authentically Yours, Laura

Thanks to the amazing Jerry Wilson for my speaker reel! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i8alNyT2Siw. If you like it, please like it on YouTube! I love empowering and inspiring speakers to HONE their message; please keep me in mind for your next keynote or workshop.

What people are saying about HONE Your Message:

I came away with a much better understanding of how to do, and effectively use, belly breathing to speak confidently, efficiently and effectively. -Caroline M.

Laura is a skilled teacher and observer of her students. -Anita E.

Supportive, fun, safe…and immediately applicable tools and skills. -Barbara M.

Laura truly connects with her audience. She makes people feel comfortable and safe to be vulnerable and find their authentic voice. Thank you. -Angela P.

Laura was fantastic and empowering. -Laura D.

If you found this post helpful, please spread the love and pass it along to a friend!

Simply Authentic…Your Soul Voice is Calling. The Inner Critic and How to Silence it

Simply Authentic…Your Soul Voice is Calling. The Inner Critic and How to Silence it

The Inner Critic and How to Silence it

My fiancé, a massage therapist, came home from the chiropractic clinic where he has his massage practice a few weeks ago, and told me they needed a chiropractic assistant to fill in for the main assistant – who for all intents and purposes runs the office – on Thursdays. He wondered if I might be interested in speaking with “Doc,” as we affectionately refer to the chiropractor and clinic founder, about the position.

I thought, “One day a week. Consistent extra income. Why not?”  So, I contacted Doc and made an appointment for an interview. I then went in for a half day “trial run,” and she offered me the job that same evening. I accepted because it felt like a good match, and was only one day a week, without putting a whole lot of thought into it.

I knew it was a thriving clinic, that what some people call “multi-tasking” (which is really rapid serial-tasking), and going through a weekend-long training, passing a test, and becoming a Certified Chiropractic Assistant was required. I spent 13 and a half years of my life as a workers’ compensation claims examiner, often as a Senior Adjuster handling complex and traumatic injury and stress claims, sometimes with challenging employer accounts, so I wasn’t too concerned about the challenges of working in a chiropractic clinic.

However, I didn’t take into consideration: 1) the steep learning curve associated with working only one day a week, which is like starting your first day all over again every Thursday for several weeks, and 2) the difference between working for one insurance company with one computer system and a specific claims handling process versus needing to verify insurance on patients with different insurance companies with different computer systems and multiple claims handling processes.

One Thursday evening around 6:00, clinic closing time, I was so frustrated I was ready to either pull all my hair out (and I’m quite fond of my hair) or quit on the spot.

Fortunately, instead of either of those options, I found the courage to voice my frustration to Doc, and later to the main assistant.

Guess what I discovered?

Neither of them expected me to just know how to do all this stuff right then and there, being so new, working only one day a week, with limited training time.

It was my inner critic, the judge, that sure as hell expected me to be a master right now, that thought I didn’t have a right to be new, and learning, discovering the process as I went along.

As my partner said, when I vented to him, “All you can do is give it 100%, do the best you can do, and leave the rest up to God.”

I now say to the inner critic, “Thank you for your opinion. I’m going to keep learning and discovering; you can be quiet now.” And I begin to feel empowered, as I gain competence.

Where in your life can you give it your best, leave the rest up to your higher power, however you define it, so the inner critic will be silenced? Let us know on the blog!

Thanks to the amazing Jerry Wilson for my brand-new speaker reel! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i8alNyT2Siw. If you like it, please like it on YouTube! I love empowering and inspiring speakers to HONE their message; please keep me in mind for your next keynote or workshop.

What people are saying about HONE Your Message:

I came away with a much better understanding of how to do, and effectively use, belly breathing to speak confidently, efficiently and effectively. -Caroline M.

Laura is a skilled teacher and observer of her students. -Anita E.

Supportive, fun, safe…and immediately applicable tools and skills. -Barbara M.

Laura truly connects with her audience. She makes people feel comfortable and safe to be vulnerable and find their authentic voice. Thank you. -Angela P.

Laura was fantastic and empowering. -Laura D.

If you found this post helpful, please spread the love and pass it along to a friend!

Authentically Yours, Laura

Simply Authentic…Your Soul Voice is Calling. A Thanksgiving Note

Simply Authentic…Your Soul Voice is Calling. A Thanksgiving Note

A Thanksgiving Note

Hello, Dear Readers,

How did you spend your Thanksgiving Day?

I grew up in a family of four: Mom, Dad, me, and brother Jason. Yet I have a large extended family, as my mother came from a family of nine siblings. So, I have lots of aunts, uncles, cousins, and all their kids, and now their children have children. I always looked forward to holidays, because of all the people I got to connect with, and having cousins to play with as a girl.

And…the food was always awesome. I come from a family of great cooks.

I spoke with a voice student yesterday, a woman who has sensitivities to many foods, so her holidays center around rituals and grounding moreso than food.

This is something we can all incorporate, whether we have food sensitivities or not. The holidays can be frenetic, but they don’t have to be.

Sometimes I miss being around my big, extended family in South Dakota. Yet I also appreciate a more quiet, intimate holiday celebration as I had with my partner, George, and cat Lady Jane this Thanksgiving. The weather here in the Willamette Valley was mild, with just a bit of rain, so George and I went outside for a good walk after breakfast and between making music together. I spoke with a dear friend in Canada, as she is going through a transition and we are reconnecting – her birthday is tomorrow. Early evening, I called my brother, then parents, and finally aunt and uncle who hosted Thanksgiving in South Dakota this year. Each conversation was heartfelt, and often filled with much laughter.

Each holiday is an opportunity to become centered, grounded, and set your intentions for what you want to experience, and what you want to bring into your life moving forward. Let us know your intentions on the blog!

Here’s my non-traditional Thanksgiving Dinner menu:

*Fresh green salads with lots of veggies

*Chicken parmigiana

*Pasta with simple homemade marinara sauce

*Parmesan bread

*Apple crisp with homemade whipped cream for dessert

And here’s the chicken parmigiana recipe, for those of you who enjoy cooking:

Chicken Parmigiana

This is for the capacity of a small roasting pan, so have that amount of chicken cutlets at room temperature.

-Slightly beat one egg and combine with splashes of olive oil and some good crushed garlic.

Combine:

-1/3 C parmesan cheese, 2 TBSP bread/cracker crumbs.

Dip chicken cutlets first in egg mixture, then coat with parmesan crumb mixture.

Brown meat with minced onion in 2 TBSP oil and transfer to baking pan.

Stir together:

-8 oz. tomato sauce, pepper, Italian seasoning, perhaps extra oregano and basil.

Pour over chicken in pan and bake at 375 for about 30 minutes.

-Top generously with shredded mozzarella cheese about 10 minutes before it’s done.

Enjoy!

Wow! What an amazing workshop at the Oregon Mediation Association’s 31st annual conference! My wonderful audience and I had a full 90 minutes together. See my initial speaker reel here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i8alNyT2Siw. I love teaching speakers how to HONE their message: keep me in mind for your next keynote or workshop.

Here are just a few examples (of many) of what people had to say:

I came away with a much better understanding of how to do, and effectively use, belly breathing to speak confidently, efficiently and effectively. -Caroline M.

Laura is a skilled teacher and observer of her students. -Anita E.

Supportive, fun, safe…and immediately applicable tools and skills. -Barbara M.

Laura truly connects with her audience. She makes people feel comfortable and safe to be vulnerable and find their authentic voice. Thank you. -Angela P.

Laura was fantastic and empowering. -Laura D.

If you found this post helpful, please spread the love and pass it along to a friend!

Authentically Yours, Laura