If we were having coffee . . .

If you and I were having coffee this week, luxuriating in a solid hour of uninterrupted conversation, I might share a few things. Grab your cuppa’ and we’ll do it virtually. Be sure to tell me what’s new in your world in the comments. (And thank you to my blogger friend, Dale, for her inspiration…

Man a lifeboat

One day you finally knew  what you had to do, and began,  though the voices around you  kept shouting  their bad advice –  though the whole house  began to tremble  and you felt the old tug  at your ankles.  “Mend my life!”  each voice cried.  But you didn’t stop.  You knew what you had to…

Add it to my tab

I wrote this piece a couple of years ago to be included in an anthology but instead, offer it here to you. It needed to sit for a bit and bake in my head, so to speak. As I hit almost 13,000 followers and 124 countries, I am thankful for your readership, your kind comments…

And the world will spin and change

What if you didn’t give a shit? Really didn’t give a shit. Not the “I don’t give a shit” you bravely spout after someone has stomped on your mojo and you’re protecting yourself from embarrassment/shame/hurt. What if you were attuned to the voice inside—you know the one–in the deep recesses? The one that sometimes only dares…

I want to be a ballerina

Yes, that’s right. A real diva. The Sugar Plum Fairy in a Nutcracker suite that brings crowds to their feet, in a tutu metaphorically on fire. At least, that is what I used to want; I saw it as my destiny. So, as any good ballerina in training would, I walked on my tiptoes around…

Make a wish

There she is. My mom. I’ve written about my relationship with my mother previously. She was a strong woman, an iron lady of sorts. Ahead of her time. An executive when women were not. The primary breadwinner in our family. A demanding taskmaster. A force with which to be reckoned. A stickler for table manners,…

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…

Another day, another sayonara to my ego

Ego. Ugh. I despise that word. In many circles, it means the bit of you that gets too big for its britches. The one that boasts, brags or feels entitled. And don’t tell me you don’t have that bit. We all do. We all make asses of ourselves occasionally. Even you, my angel. Ego is…

Exchange in a coffee shop

There was no avoiding her, in my mind. She was right there, center stage in my line of vision, put in my path for a reason. Last night, a friend and I had dinner, then stopped by a local coffee shop. As she went to the counter to get fixings for her coffee, I came…

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…

I like the scoreboard this week

You will never guess what I concluded after my news review this morning. The world is not such a horrible place. Yep, you heard it here. (Earlier in the week, I wrote about my efforts to help improve my corner of it. Seems only right we continue the conversation with much larger endeavors.) The world…

Changing the world? No. Just a tiny corner of it.

When I was young and full of fire to change the world, I was rather disappointed to realize my lack of impact. My purchase of lunch for the homeless man I saw each day on the downtown streets near my office building was a crapshoot. I never did know if he ate the ham and…