With the exception of sports, I’m not a big tv-watcher. I like drama and comedies just fine but I can honestly take it or leave it when it comes to most of the shows on tv these days. But there is one show that I am committed to with all my heart and soul: This … More Living On Purpose: ‘The Big Three’
I have a hard time being still. I don’t have ADD or ADHD or Restless Leg Syndrome or any kind of disorder that makes me physically incapable of doing so. I just have a difficult time sitting still for extended periods of time. I’m usually the girl who still pedaling her feet a yoga instructor … More Face Your Fears: Move.
I am married to the Clark Griswold of Halloween. He has successfully trained up all of our children to love scaring people as much as he does. They call themselves “The Halloween Planning Committee” and they literally spend this entire month plotting and scheming to create a graveyard of horrors guaranteed to frighten grown adults … More Face Your Fears: Seek.
Cross country is a wonderful sport…strange, but wonderful. I’ll never forget the time a dear friend came to see me run in college and after my race she walked up and said, “Well, that was the strangest thing I’ve ever seen. The gun went off and all the runners took off running and the spectators … More Face your Fears: Plan.
My husband and I had a horrible time naming our children. I love old fashioned names like Lucy, Stella, Eleanor, Cora, Charles, and Abraham. But my wonderful husband lovingly informed me that he was not a fan of any of those names by the unmistakable gagging noises he made every time I mentioned them. Consequently, … More Face Your Fears: Name.
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
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
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
my anchored life: 