One Word

Every year I do it–I pick just one, small word.  I call it my Focus Word, mostly because I’m not creative enough to come up with a fancy name for it.  It’s one word that sums up all my intentions for each new year.  I use the word to keep me grounded, challenge myself to … More One Word

Journey.

Sometimes I forget that mine is a broken one.  I get so caught up in the day-to-day or so focused on the destination that I don’t stop and glance back over the long and winding roads of my past.  Cracked and bumpy roads. Some with wide crevices and deep pot holes.  Even the smooth ones … More Journey.

Listening.

Oops…I did it again. And again. And again… I listened.  I heard the whisper, and I stopped to listen.  It was pleasant enough, at first–soothing, sweet…almost seductive.  It affirmed my suspicions.  Told me all the things I already knew.  It made me feel comfortable. But after weeks listening I began to slowly recognize the voice. … More Listening.

United.

A sweet, hunched-over old lady pushed her cart slowly and deliberately through the aisles of the commissary.  I had been stuck behind her in several aisles and I confess I was getting slightly annoyed at the fact that she appeared to be in no particular hurry.  Rolling my eyes and searching for the perfect moment … More United.

Doing Our Best

Yesterday, just as the sun was coming up, a wide-eyed, curious little boy showed up at my bedside with an armful of books about pirates. He was wearing Big Bird pajamas and had a pirate hat on. His Peter Pan dagger was skillfully tucked under his armpit. As I rubbed my eyes and slowly opened … More Doing Our Best

Creating Change

This post is part of an online community. A prompt is given every Friday and we are encouraged to just free-write for 5 minutes and post it to our blogs without over-thinking or editing. If you’d like to participate, you can get more info and link-up on this site. I don’t know about you, but lately … More Creating Change

On Orlando

I spent most of my Sunday on airplanes flying from one end of our country to the other.  At some point, far too early in the morning, I glanced up at a screen in one of the airports and saw the news about Orlando. Later that night, I sat at my kitchen table and read … More On Orlando