I saw joy crossing the street this morning

It was a typical Thursday morning. I took a left turn into my neighborhood, steaming hot coffee in my cup holder, as I pondered the research report I needed to edit. And there she was, crossing the street—in my suit. The woman crossing the street had my old business suit on, one I recently donated…

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…

An encounter with unwavering optimism

As I walked the dog the other day, I ran into my neighbor Ed and his new puppy, Mango. If you knew Ed, you’d know he is an unlikely muse. But this week, he was just that for me. Ed’s dog Ginger, a standard poodle, died last year at just three years old—very suddenly. He…

The sweet sounds of a wild rumpus

I heard the squeals, screams and shouts before I saw the entourage. But oh, the entourage was worth the wait. Full of flash, dash, sparkles and bravado, it entertained me for a good half an hour. But the entourage has since been called home for dinner. What a shame. It was a brief happy interlude…

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…

Whimpered thank you’s are not enough

I really need to get blinds for my office. Thank God I have them in the master bath. Two words. Dance party. Sunday morning. Need to work today, after working yesterday too. Would be so easy to bemoan what is going on in our lives. Chemo soon to start for my sons’ father. But I’ve…

Worth it

When did we decide that we were not worth it? When did we begin to tell ourselves the choices that bring us joy were too expensive/impractical/self-indulgent? I remember, as a young girl, asking for a $20 calendar for my birthday. My mother told me it would be “shameful” to spend $20 on a calendar, that something so…

Such a welcome

A woman I’ve never met walks by my house each and every day. This in and of itself is not extraordinary. But her constancy is. Every day, at the same time, she walks, backpack on her back. Both straps fastened, limping. Hat and sunglasses on, even on cloudy days. In the summer, she walks with…

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…

Resolutions and such

Fair warning to those who are resolving fervently at this time of year—you’ll find no sympathetic ear here. It’s not that I don’t applaud your intentions. I do, usually. Losing weight, being nicer to your family, getting to the gym five days per week—they’re all worthy of polite applause. It is, rather, that as I…

In the quiet

I want a day. A day with no responsibilities. One in which I wake up in a mountain home and walk naked to a clear lake for a bracing swim that invigorates body and soul. Knowing the only eyes upon me are God’s and the eagle flying overhead. I want to see, really see, the…

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…