Tiny bubbles

They were tiny, in the beginning, as children are. Tiny and innocent and selfish and sharing all in one. They corrected each other’s grammar, helped each other up the climbing wall in the gym, listened patiently and without judgment as yet another fellow tot rambled on about bugs, or space travel or endangered species. They…

Sages, mystics and warriors

As I drove to get coffee this morning, I saw them out in full force. The mystics, the sages among us. One was sitting by a quiet lake, book in hand, about to meditate. Another was one of just a few left outside a church after service ended. They were holding hands and praying. And…

On the self-edit

My biggest mistake, as I looked at the thank-you note covered with red correction marks, was that I had forgotten to self-edit. And yet, that was no mistake, really. It was the beginning of true freedom. I was in my twenties. I still remember exactly where I was standing in my Lincoln Park gray-stone apartment….

More than one steady march today

I know quite a few women marching in the D.C. rally today for women’s rights. And some in our local rally here in Chicago. While I am generally outspoken, I am not much of a marcher. It is not that I don’t value the message and the show of solidarity. I do. I certainly do….

The price of civility

I was bred to be polite. If there were a thoroughbred stable for polite people, I would have been a Kentucky blue blood despite my Ohio roots. I sometimes even bless myself when I sneeze. It’s a knee-jerk reaction that I blame on—who else—my mother. Her instructions in etiquette were a large dose of, “What…

How very simple (minded) of you

My neighbor’s garbage cans were the inspiration for this post. Yes, I’m digging deep. As I walked by them yesterday, I was reminded of a time when she left them at the curb for four days. Go on. Guess. Ill? No. Disabled? Not at all. Absentminded? Nope. It seems she has a rule. Her husband…

Show me who you are . . . not

I have been reminded lately of who I am by being shown who I am not. I prefer self-definition via positive affirmation along the lines of “I appreciate simplicity” or “I value family time.” Recently, though, I am shown who I am and what I value due to my distaste and aversion for what my…

Won’t you be my neighbor?

This whole business of being neighbors turns out to be a bit dodgy. Or so I’m told. This past weekend, I took care of business. And by taking care of business, I mean I had my handymen here. Honey-do lists do not go away simply because there is no “Honey” present. I had a multitude…

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…

I need a little leg room

It is a little cramped in here, people. In this box you keep putting me in, that is. Not all of you, of course. The expansive, breezy souls among you are content to just let me and the rest of their fellow human beings be. But you know who you are (or maybe you don’t…