The time between door slams

The door slammed and I heard my sons’ voices fade into the night. I believe they were bantering about the World Series, and whether their hometown Cubbies or my hometown Indians should win. And then, silence. The dog looked at me and I at her, both of us at a loss. We are used to…

Wayfaring

Before I was truly awake and functioning this morning, I found myself stepping from a boat into the ocean off the coast of Maui. Relatively calm, with a bit of a southern swell, the water enveloped me like silk, bluer than the summer sky. I adjusted my snorkel mask and entered that silent underworld, the…

The silver-tongued devil in my life

On second thought . . . . . . the cliff diving was not such a good idea. When I was a teen, I went with friends to a local lake. This particular lake featured a cliff that people dove off quite regularly. I was at an age where anything that scared me was a…

Abandon awaits

Now that’s mojo right there, friends. Upside down, arms up (or down, depending on how you look at it), smile at the ready. Did I mention his fear of heights? Yes, before this shot, No. 1 son was still one to avoid stairs without backing and escalators that rose too high. Was it an adventure…

Doors, windows and an open path

My walls are filled with doors and windows. By that, I do not mean three-dimensional wood and glass versions, but rather paintings and photographs of doors and windows. And paths. I did not purposefully fill my walls with these items. I think my subconscious did that for me, quietly and unobtrusively. When I realized there…

Search and rescue

My mother, when she was dying, said to me, “There are no wrong answers, Kris.” She was speaking from the vantage point of someone who has nothing left to lose. Someone with the luxury of looking back on a life filled with worry about making the right choices and realizing, in the end, most of…

Learning to love my fellow man: an experiment at the amusement park

Think you have it all together? You’re calm, zenlike, a true Bodhisattva? You’re a good Christian, loving your fellow man even when it’s hard? I’ll believe that, my friend, when I see you maintain your Teflon halo at the amusement park. Yes, that’s right. Try keeping that baby glowing while riding the rapids or spinning…

Two girls entered a wood . . . which one are you?

One emerged a skillful, confident woman; the other remained a helpless girl. The question, friends, is–which one are you? I come from a seemingly long line of independent women, women who did not always follow societal norms. So those girls in college who gushed about who they wanted to marry when they graduated? Yeah, I…

Do you find me changed?

I saw the look on your face, the one that told me my response to you was oh so inconvenient and not at all what you had planned. It said, without words, “You’ve changed.” Have I? How very observant of you. I understand why you are still expecting the reactions and compliance you used to…

Surprise, surprise

I love surprises. Which is why I have a much higher tolerance than the average person for airports, Walmarts and friends who suck at planning. Are you groaning? You must be one of those people who excel at spreadsheets, cross-country road trips and planning your social calendar months in advance. As I write this post,…

Vanilla is not a flavor

“Your need for acceptance can make you invisible in this world . . . . . . Risk being seen.” So said comedian Jim Carey in a recent commencement speech. He talked about his father, who could have been a great comedian but didn’t believe in himself enough to pursue this path. After many years…

Candidkay gets brave in a beret

Not too much scares me. And what does scare me I, I’m sure, also scares many of you. The thought of losing my home. A medical test gone bad. Root canals. But each of us has our own quirky sense of the terrifying. Say, for instance, the photo of Shel Silverstein on the back of…