I hate new. Well, today I do, anyway. With 12 addresses in the past 23 years, let’s just say I’ve had my fair share of new. New houses to organize, new friends to make, new streets to memorize, and new routines to learn. We moved into our newest house in June and I have a … More Navigating New
To the ordinary person, the tree in my front flower bed is nothing more than just a pretty piece of landscaping. But, one day last week, I discovered that it’s something so much more. For several days I noticed that every time the front door opened, a bird came shooting out of it and flew … More After the Storm
I am the kind of person who lives by my planner. But I think we can all agree that no amount of careful planning could have prepared any of us for what has happened over the past several weeks. Our lives have been inundated with messages of this virus, social distancing, and proper hand washing. … More Homeschooling 101: 10 Tips from a semi-pro
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%
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’
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
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.
He gimped into the kitchen this morning looking like a little old man. He was wearing his blue house slippers and his bathrobe was tied loosely over his pajamas. Under one arm he carried the book he hasn’t been able to put down all week and from the other dangled his water bottle. “What’s up … More The Only Way Through.
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
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.