The last perfect day

Hello, you. Thanks for stopping by. I have 11,000+ followers for this blog now. It wasn’t always this way. When I first began it, I was lucky if half a dozen people were reading–and that’s likely counting family members.  So I feel like I can republish a post from my early days that has new…

In this moment

I am reminded this week that if we have any power at all, it is in this very moment. And as I write that, I realize it sounds like something you’d read on a cocktail napkin at a Tony Robbins seminar. Apologies for that. Mea culpa, but I’m still plunging ahead here. This post was…

Terra firma

“Give me but one firm spot on which to stand, and I will move the earth.” –Archimedes I almost didn’t open the email. It came from someone named Moira,  who I’m sure I don’t know. Then I saw the address was my high school alma mater. I’m not sure how many of you out there…

The milestones don’t change us

I recently celebrated one of THOSE birthdays. A milestone birthday. And the question I got most often, being a woman of a certain age, was: “Does this one bother you?” My surprising answer, as a divorced woman “of a certain age” was “No.” Because it didn’t, really. And the answer to that conundrum has everything…

The last eight months of a life

When I wrote of my friend and long-distance coworker who recently passed, some of you wrote privately to me about not having experience with a loved one dying. And about wondering what that was like. I was honest with those who wrote. It sucks, for the most part. Because no matter how much you believe…

Past tense be damned

The world lost a dear, kind, bright soul this weekend and is the lesser for it. Those of us lucky enough to have known her are infinitely “more” for the experience. A little brighter, a little wiser. I wasn’t going to write about Tersea’s passing. I’ve written about her before in August when she was…

Present in the present

I see the pain in my son’s face over the pain he has caused someone else. He wishes he could take what he has said and done back, but instead he covers his regret with bravado. And me? I try very hard not to go old-school on him and lecture. Because some things cannot be…

Mending the cracks

We don’t celebrate brokenness in my culture. Here in the States, we are very much of the mind that broken things require replacement with something newer, better. Kintsugi is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with gold. There is no hiding of the original crack or fracture. The gold forces the observer to take…

When God speaks, sometimes it’s your mother

My story is not quite Moses and the burning bush. Far less dramatic flair. No flames. No fate of an entire people at stake. God spoke to me in the bathtub. At least, I think it was God. It was either God or my mother. If you’d known my mother, you would know it’s kind…

Amen. Thank You.

I hear so many thankful sentiments at this time of year, Thanksgiving in the United States. Most are thankful for what they have. As am I—thankful for what I have. But this year, I find myself equally as thankful for what I have lost. And I have lost many things that simply no longer matter….

Resurfacing

Going through rough times in life is akin to deep sea diving. For much of your daily life, there you are, happily bobbing on the surface. You’re soaking in the sunshine and enjoying the ride in your trusty boat. You may be on the lookout for sharks and such, but you’re in your sturdy, protected…

Godspeed

A mother and father lost their baby today. I know this because I saw the posts on the “Prayers for Shane” page on Facebook. And now, I’m weeping silently. I do not always weep at others’ loss, lest you think I’m coming apart at the seams. But today, the pics of this precious baby, only…