#Grateful

True confession: I wrote this last week and this week, struggled to be as #grateful as I was when I wrote this. But that’s life, right? Here we go: Some days I am so damn grateful. This, despite the Cheerios box that sits open on my kitchen island in defiance of my many muttered warnings…

Beyond the ordinary

I’ve just deleted my mother from my cell phone contacts list; this is not as drastic as it sounds. She passed away eight years ago. You might ask what took me so long. And you’d have a point. I’ve written before about my mother being a force of nature. She was a mighty oak, someone…

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…

Grateful in the Great Wide Open

Not so very long ago, I railed regularly against the happenings in my life. I thought if I could just use that Midwestern gumption I was raised with, I could corral life into the direction I had planned. Life, it turns out, cannot be corralled. If anything, it corrals us again and again—only releasing us…

“I’m with the band”

When walking in my neighborhood, a friendly one I’ve written about before, I used to be the headliner. Whether trotting with baby in stroller or chasing my speed demon son on his tiny trike, neighbors would call out, “Hello, Kristine!” I’d wave back and smile. It seems I’ve been relegated to mere groupie on my…

All the wrong things

I’ve been worrying about all the wrong things. Last night, what kept me awake was seemingly important– the dirty dishes in the sink, the weight I want to lose, the fine lines forming around my mouth. Back-to-school haircuts and a plethora of deadlines rounded out the list, along with regrets over trusting someone in a…

Frick and Frack

They fly in the door, trailing snow, one with rosy cheeks, both with bright eyes. As each jostles the other for post position, they enter the family room to greet me. Frick and Frack are home after a romp in the snow. My youngest and our black Lab mix have an ever evolving relationship that…

Giving thanks through gritted teeth

This post is for those of you feeling like you might just be from the island of misfit toys this Thanksgiving. If you’ve never felt this way during the start of the holiday season, all the more reason to give thanks. And if you’re feeling that way this holiday season, a friendly reminder from little…

“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…

Looking for kismet? It’s in my filing cabinet.

It is amazing how long it can take to clear out the remnants of a former life. It is more remarkable that you find you are clearing out remnants of your former self. As you clear out physical items you no longer need, you realize you have also cleared out pieces of yourself that are…

Celebrating small victories

Rarely do I celebrate small victories. I should, because these are the victories I seem to be awarded. A shout-out to my compadres. Those of you who might be rebuilding a life after divorce, muddling your way through raising teens, finding a way to follow your passion and pay the bills. Myriad ways of figuring…

When the thank you comes

Standing in snow up to my knees, watching my dog chase a snowball that disappeared long ago in the drifts, my wet socks clinging to my toes, I feel the “thank you” come from my heart. It emanates from my heart and soul, radiating outward in ripples I can almost see. I feel it lightly…