Lori Armstrong

Lori began her career in the legal field, leaving that position to pursue full-time writing endeavors. Being a criminal court reporter for the Record-Bee, she balances the chaos in her brain by writing children's books and reflective pieces. When time allows, she publishes books for Amazon.

Dress Me Slowly Because I’m in a Rush

For most of us, when we rush our tasks, they are usually not completed as well as when we take our time. Whether it be taking the kids to school, getting ready for work, writing that essay; we miss key points, lack that polished project, become sloppy and sometimes are even responsible for accidents.

Never Say This to Someone with Dementia or Alzheimer’s

It was in that moment we all agreed Grandpa needed an immediate medical diagnosis as the dreaded disease reared its ugly head. That same month Grandpa was diagnosed with an early onset of Alzheimer’s; marked by symptoms of dementia, which grew increasingly worse. We gathered mountains of information about the disease, being most grateful for the opportunity to spend time with Grandpa and understand the condition doesn’t change who they are.The positive information that remains vivid in my mind is what NOT to say to someone with Alzheimer’s disease.

The Positive Benefits Behind Rooting for the Underdog and Why I Embrace Being One

What happens when someone clearly expects us to fail? Depending on your personality, it motivates us to either prove them wrong or prove it to ourselves, which often leads to performing better. Underdogs are humble by nature. Remember that we all fall short at times in this life and expectations can make or break us. Life is filled with insurmountable obstacles and a supportive and determined framework of believing in yourself, against all odds, can clear the fear and doubt that hold you back.

The Day My Mother’s Vanity Thickened My Skin and Why You Should Never Take Yourself Too Seriously

Sometimes in this life we encounter individuals, often family, that challenge our patience and attempt to hurt our feelings; without meaning to do so. We can maintain a healthy balance in our minds by understanding those who have good intentions and also removing those from our elevator that are toxic. Know the difference. Life is short and your peace matters.

Why Unconditional Love is Priceless: by Lori Armstrong

The lessons of life were once again authentically thrown in front of my face. Life is short. I stopped worrying about the small things that stole my joy. I found my peace again in what matters the most. I now believe that if worrying did any good, I’d be the first to do it. There is a lesson to be learned from every struggle, if you allow yourself to see past the misery. Your challenges in life will never end. You merely learn how to overcome the misery. I believe we all have been given an opportunity to share a challenge with others, who may have lost hope or lost their way.

Therapeutic Fantasy of Mine, or What I Learned from the Wizard of Oz

When someone said I lived in a fantasy world, I nearly fell off my unicorn. As a child, fantasy became the barrier between my peace and unpleasant realities that threatened my happiness. I powered my fantasy thoughts as a weapon against unpleasant notions, fears, bullies; you name it, my childhood imagination helped me ride the wave. Being an adult now, I understand that children tend to gravitate toward what makes them feel good, what takes the worries away. As a woman in my fifties, I am hopelessly committed to remaining young at heart. My first cherished book was The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, written by L. Frank Baum.

The Day My pH Results Saved My Life and Why Knowing Could Save Yours

It was a cold winter day and the rain poured down as I sat in my car, encouraging myself to depart my heated car seat and head in to my doctor’s appointment. Fatigue had become a regular part of life along with achy bones, hair loss and depression, which I convinced myself were a result of blue days and old age. Being the parking lot was nearly full, my intuition told me I best pick up the pace and check-in for my appointment.

Why I Told My Kids of Mistakes I Made and Why I Have No Regrets

While I think most of us parents can agree that we try our best to be the best parents we can be, there is no instruction booklet when it comes to raising a child. Well, maybe several self-help parenting books are on the market with different parenting approaches but we are all different when it comes to ideals, morals, rules and consequences when those rules are broken, etc.  A discovery of the golden book for parenting may be achieved, but in the meantime, we just do the best we can.  

The Day My Heart Stopped but the Clock Kept Ticking, Part 2

A few days after my dad’s passing I was alone at the cemetery, visiting his crypt, which was outside amongst a fragrant, colorful garden. I heard the sounds of laughter and cheerful voices up the road as the annual summer fair was in town for the week. I thought to myself, how can they be so happy when my life is filled with so much sorrow? It was in that moment, the younger version of me distinctly realized…the clock isn’t going to stop ticking due my pain. Life goes on. From that day onward, harsh realities clicked within and I tasted the unfairness life can bring, but I also devoured the joyful memories.

The Day My Heart Stopped but the Clock Kept Ticking, Part 1

Our lives are constantly evolving – at least we hope they will for many years to come. Time doesn’t stop for anyone, for any reason; the darkest and deepest depths of our traumas may bring us to our knees but life goes on. Reflections of my father’s sudden passing and the coroner’s determination that his death will never be solved rears its ugly head from time to time. Realization that the clock isn’t going to stop ticking due to my loss, pain or trauma provides lessons on future struggles to come. I think most of us can relate when it comes to the loss of a loved one as we all handle the inevitable quite differently.

Instead of Making a New Year’s Resolution, Do This

Do you automatically crave new beginnings once the clock strikes midnight on New Year’s Eve? I long for change and the hope of new opportunities, declaring realistic resolutions for the New Year and beyond, but realizing I waited until the end of the year to make life-changing decisions. For the past few years, I started a new tradition and wait no longer to practice mindful resolutions. Why am I waiting until the end of the year to execute positive changes in my life? Do this instead.

Peppermint Dreams and Why Your Positive Thoughts Can Help Promote a Healthy Brain

Feeling discouraged at times but realizing the importance to always discover a solution to pick myself up serves as one of the key traits to achieve true happiness in life. This rule of thumb should be in in all of our playbooks. We all have our burdens to bear but no one can make a better life for themselves until they look deep and rediscover the past magic. I am not referring to a hocus-pocus type of magic but a sense of recalling better days. It may be different for every one of us. Think back. Keeping the warm memories alive is not hard. It is a habitual ritual that began for me after my father’s sudden death at the young age of 57.

Get Off My Elevator: By Lori Armstrong

Next floor – Peace

I am not referring to the type of peace that comes with the physical space within an elevator. My message resonates within our individual and unique head space.
Although head space cannot be seen with the human eye, each one of us feels the challenging triggers when our personal mindset is compromised. The unfortunate downward spiral can be the result of a poisonous thought, disingenuous person or petty social media drama.
I recall the days of my childhood, wanting everyone to love and respect me, realizing with every year my hippie dreams were merely unrealistic pipedreams. Not everyone was going to like me; no matter the depth of my kindness or compassion.

When the Puppet Strings Break: By Lori Armstrong

I would no longer financially struggle, living every month having to cash in my paycheck for a cash advance in order to get me through the next month. I was robbing Peter to pay Paul. The vicious cycle was wearing on my mind as being able to afford to live in this small tourist town had become nearly impossible. I began to imagine what life would be like in the rolling mountains and there was no stopping my imagination when it ran wild. My family grew accustomed to my fairy tale thoughts as they understood it was merely one of my coping skills. Call it childlike wonder – call it quirkiness – this was part of my DNA.

Why I Thought ‘Living the Dream’ Was a Pipedream…Until Now

It was 2015 and I had just left a dead-end career filled with false hopes and someone else’s dreams. Years of unforeseen struggles in my life blessed me with a new cherished direction. Unanswered prayers became more evident when I began to understand the importance of finding my peace. I was fast approaching 50-years-old. The time to make my move was now and no one was going to do it for me.

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