I’m Filipino! Have I mentioned this to you before? It’s not something I talk a whole lot about. The recent tragedy at the Lapu Lapu Festival in Vancouver makes me want to connect with my relationship with being a Filipino Canadian. It hasn’t been easy. A little awkward, even, trying to find ways to find my Filipino. This is my story.

The intersectionalities are not just a theory or a concept. I am not a theory or a concept. I am a person that has experienced a catastrophic depletion of safety and belonging. And the needs of people who live this experience is not the same as those born into the world with a secure sense of belonging. Warmly, I invite you to step in and join me in sharing in this experience.

I am returning to long hair for the first time in 12 years. The last time it was long was when I split from my ex-husband. When I mindlessly kept it long to please him, and please the story that to be sexy and desirable, I needed to have long sexy hair. Well, I have gone through every hair style and length over the last 12 years. And I’m finally ready to return to long hair. This time, of my own choosing. This is the story of how I reclaimed my hair.

Are you a song repeater? So am I. So is nearly everyone I ask. I been asking around and have been touched to the point of tears. Our music means so much to us. I went on a date with this guy named Fred who told me he calls his repeating song, THE SONG OF NOW! Genius! I have three tips to help to help you amplify the support you can draw from your song. Have a sit, join the conversation.

My hair is so gross, I’ll respond to my friend, when she sends me an early morning text to meet for coffee. I might also stink and look disgusting. LOL! Well, that has never stopped us from getting together. This blog is about feeling a sense of welcoming in the world, no matter how gross and unputtogether you are. Also the first edition of my Sweet Saturday Morning Blog. Come gross or however you are! Happy to have you!

This blog is about two things. One is fun and flirty, the other is essential information you need if you wish to take more expansive and bolder action in the world. Food so good that panties are dropping! The Window of Tolerance, a key psychological model everyone ought to know about will be dished out. Pull up a chair, grab a pop, you won’t wanna miss this one!

I am used to having my shit together with this blog and my writing. Not so with this morning! With the growing realization I may be outgrowing my “juicy” theme for this work!!! It is scary to not know. To let something go, without knowing what’s next. This morning I stayed in the experience of not knowing. Waiting for my own arrival. Pull up a chair, be with me here, we could all use company and connection for not knowing.

Dear you, there is something quite magical about starting a letter off with “dear,” the way I just did. When you really stop and think about it, so much changes when you acknowledge the dearness in others. In this blog, I explore how you can elevate your connection with others through the use of “dear.” And how you can extend the magic even further by embodying that sense of “dear you” as a way of being in the world. Enjoy the read, dear one.

I don’t know that I’ve ever properly introduced myself in my writing. I am Dodie Sobretodo. Today I’m remembering something very fundamental to who I am. That I’m a dancer, humbly coming back to the studio. This blog is an invitaiton for you to return to your own fundamentals and the things you may have forgotten about yourself.

Crotch out is what I call it. These bold space-taking- up-men, that like to sprawl out, limbs splayed out, and crotch all out there. We’re often told to take up more space. Like, that’s a good thing. But what’s even better is developing a space-taking-up repertoire. Start with reading this blog!

Failing doesn’t get funnier or worse than the social media post fail I made earlier this week. In the past, a fail like this would have me in a death spiral! But I’ve learned to back away from the edge. And it’s this ability to do so, that success is built on. So let’s roll up our sleeves and become a student to failure.

I have a dream. One so near and dear to my heart that I’ve held for a long time. And arose from my experience facing into the devastating toll that racism has taken on me. It’s the creation, through writing, of a place called The House of Belonging. A place that welcomes all, particularly marginalized people who hold a chronic sense of not belonging. In this blog, the House is raised. The doors are open. And you are welcome.

No one ever talks about your relationship to space, at least not in our day-to-day lives. Yet we’re swimming in it all the time. Trauma and intersectionalities can make the space in front of us feel like a lethal snake pit. If you wanna level up, then you need to level up your relationship with space. This post will show you how.

This is the sticky note that’s been on my wall beside my desk for ages. That pained me so much to see, cause it wasn’t happening. My dream was to to write, and tell stories all the time. I’m happy to say that sticky is no longer a source of pain, and that I’m actioning out that dream as I type these words. I now write stories all the time. And I want to help you get from dreams to making it happen too. Read the blog to find out how juicy goodness can help you too.

We all have people in our lives who have tried to put us in a box. Like Ike, my misinformed friend who tried to tell the women in our 30s friend group that we need to wear sexy, fancy, matching underwear on dates if we wanted to be taken seriously. So icky. But sadly, part of me internalized this message. This is the age of juicy. And it’s time to take your juicy back!

Do you like my brown vintage velour Juicy Couture track suit circa 2001?? I absolutely covet this thing! And believe it or not it also, in part, inspired this juicy research project. As did my mother’s passing in late December 2024, where I tended to her in her final days in this very outfit. I am here in brown velour, in the wake of my mother’s passing, with a message for you -covet your juicy. It is yours, precious, and the real deal.

My love for writing arose in the aftermath of a very steamy date with a cute engineer named Geoff. It was in the love letters we wrote to one another, where I discovered I had a love and talent for writing. Though it wasn’t until I tapped into a quiet confidence, that I was actually able to call myself a writer. And that has made all the difference.

Do you like my new butter yellow winter coat? Let’s expand our juicy repetoire beyond fresh and fruity. Let’s also consider the possibility of finding bold and lively movement in the world with the qualities of rich, slippery, gliding and decadent. This could get messy! Are you ready for it?

This is for those that turned the corner into 2025 with bold, delicious visions, but have lost that loving feeling. Let me help you retrace your steps back to that corner. Where all that goodness remains - for you.

Rather than “talk about” support, let’s practice. Pick 3 is a practice where you get to choose 3 supports before you start your next task. As satisfying as choosing 3 scoops of ice cream.