The precious few

Precious few things truly matter in this life. I’d like to think the biggies are universal—love, family, friends, kindness, support, inspiration, health. I’m not sure that’s the case for everyone. I know plenty of people for whom material success, promotions and recognition matter more. But I also like to think life hands the very wise…

A house of cards

Talking to a friend recently whose life is being upended, I mentioned how nice it was that at least her career was settled. With everything else in flux, she has a stable port in which to rest. “I never seem to be offered that,” I commented. When change happens in my life, it tends to…

Zimbabwe to Chicago

Cynics, look away. No need to read this post. Perhaps some of my other, more jaded posts will suit you. But this one—no. You will scoff. And I’m in no mood for scoffers. Don’t tell me he is not out there. You can tell me he is in Zimbabwe saving babies, or in Fiji finding…

“Step away, ma’am”

This time of year, Facebook and Twitter abound with jokes from women about their over-consumption of food—be it Halloween candy or Thanksgiving desserts. My favorite line with friends is: “Put your hands up and step away from the Almond Joy/pumpkin cheesecake/Twix bar/[fill in your favorite sweet], ma’am.” But the Universe has played a little trick…

At day’s end

My day ends with a train whistle and the sigh of a dog. I lie in my bed, said dog at my feet, both of us settling our weary bones into the comfort of no expectations, at least for the next few hours. Come sweet, blessed sleep. I hear the train and wonder where it…

“Thank God you don’t have a pain”

“Go sit on a chair and look at the sky,” she said, “and thank God you don’t have a pain.” So says the grandmother of author J.R. Moehringer in his New York Times bestseller, “The Tender Bar.” She felt he wasn’t being as strong as he should be (Did I mention he was all of…

Full, rich and bodacious

I am honored to be featured as a guest blogger by Circling the Story today; October’s theme is harvest. I’ve put the beginning of the post below but please visit Circling the Story for the rest. As always, thank you for reading and sharing your wise thoughts with me, as well as a laugh or two….

Your hands must empty

I used to be a master at walking down the same street and expecting a different view. I’d like to chalk it up to youth. Dating the same boyfriend a second time. He had already shown me who he was. We had broken up. But back I went. Knowing a certain management style and the…

Running to stillness

When the world looms too close and I forget that I am in it but not of it, there is a quiet place in my memory bank that I run to as fast as I can. The youngest of six daughters, I was raised Roman Catholic. Twelve years in Catholic schools. Countless masses, ceremonies, candle…

That something inside

“I may not know how to do this but something inside me does.” What a mantra. For those of us who were raised with a critical parent, a voice of self doubt, the first to desert ourselves when the screaming meanies of the world attack, as they are wont to do. I was raised to…

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….

The universe has no use for your logic

How many times have we heard it when something tragic or unexpected happens: “But it doesn’t make sense.” When a small child dies. A good family loses their home after losing a breadwinning job. Or, on the flip side, when the slacker who surfs most of the day sells his brilliant idea for millions? One…