The .4%

It seems like every time I watch the news I hear people talking about “the top 1%.” Maybe it’s time we talk about the less than 1%. The .4% to be exact. Who are the .4%? The .4% are the most selfless men and women in our entire nation. Some are natural-born citizens and others … More The .4%

Just Say ‘Yes’

On a regular night, many years ago, a simple man and his simple friends gathered for dinner. The friends talked and laughed. They argued and teased one another. And right there–in the middle of it all–the simple man did something simply extraordinary. Rising quietly from the dinner table, he picked up a towel and a … More Just Say ‘Yes’

The Spectator

Spectator.  According to the wrinkled-up pages of the thesaurus on my shelf, synonyms for this word are “onlooker,” “bystander,” “watcher,” and (the one that makes my stomach tighten) “nonparticipant.” This is what I’ve been in my own life for almost a year now.  A spectator sitting back….looking on as my day-to-day unwraps itself slowly, like a Christmas … More The Spectator

Marking the Moments.

Lately, I’ve been remembering.  Someone close to me is walking a path I’m all too familiar with so I’ve been her “person.”  I’m the one she calls when she’s spiraling.  The one she calls when she’s processing.  The one she calls when she needs safe ears to absorb all the cuss words.  I’ve heard that … More Marking the Moments.

Going Home Empty: What I discovered about living on the day I could have died

When I started writing this post last weekend, it began with these words: “I have a million things to do today, but my heart is pounding and my fingertips will not be stilled.  Thoughts…stuff…has been racing around in my head all morning.” Last Saturday morning, I was getting ready to hit my yoga mat and follow it … More Going Home Empty: What I discovered about living on the day I could have died

Simplify.

Early one morning, while the house was still quiet, I sat staring at a blank page in my journal.  I had a pen in one hand and a steaming cup of coffee in the other.  I sat, quietly, with that page for quite some time.  I chuckled softly to myself about the fact that God … More Simplify.

Facing Fear

Sometimes it sneaks up behind me; taps me on the shoulder when I least expect it.  Sometimes I go toe-to-toe, stare it down, and double-dog dare it to try to take me down.  Sometimes I wrestle it through the night until dawn….and walk away with a limp like Jacob’s. But all the time I know … More Facing Fear