“So, when you least expect it . . .”

I’d love to blame it on the damn psychic. Many years ago, an intuitive told me I had fulfilled my purpose for this lifetime in 2006 and was “sticking around” solely to bring strength to others. She made it sound like from there on in, it was all extra credit. I don’t mind extra credit….

The last eight months of a life

When I wrote of my friend and long-distance coworker who recently passed, some of you wrote privately to me about not having experience with a loved one dying. And about wondering what that was like. I was honest with those who wrote. It sucks, for the most part. Because no matter how much you believe…

Past tense be damned

The world lost a dear, kind, bright soul this weekend and is the lesser for it. Those of us lucky enough to have known her are infinitely “more” for the experience. A little brighter, a little wiser. I wasn’t going to write about Tersea’s passing. I’ve written about her before in August when she was…

The room where I am my very best self

In this room, the room where I currently sit, I become my very best self. I am a bit ashamed that it takes a room like this to get me there. But, I think we should take our very best selves however they come when they decide to make an appearance. In this particular room,…

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…

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…

2 a.m. voices

It is 2 a.m. I am awake. And I am reminded of one of the few sayings I have pinned to my Pinterest board: “2 a.m.’s were made for poets. Lovers/writers. Visionaries. Photographers. Painters. Over thinkers. Silent seekers. These are my favorite hours.” They used to be. In college, I was a night owl. Took…

Bedside

The question posed to me again and again was, “Why you?” Sometimes not exactly in those words. Variants included “What the hell are you thinking?” and “Why should you care?” The event causing such a stir? Being at my ex’s bedside after his surgery for cancer. No one wished him ill. But what transpired between…

Into the fire

It was all about letting go of the unnecessary, the ugly and even the things that had served us well but were no longer of use. A group of six women, sitting next to a fire, gabbing away. To take in the scene at a glance, it seemed a normal weekday evening. But it wasn’t….

Anne the Adventurer

I was in the middle of a river, walking in water up to my knees, mud squishing between my toes. Thanks to my sister Anne. If you know Anne, you know that this is not unusual. At any given moment, you might find her wading down a river, striking a kung fu pose in a…

So not like a boss

I often joke with my sons about things we do: “Owned that treadmill today, boys. Like a boss.” “Way to clean up your room—like a boss.” For any of you unfamiliar with the phrase, it means you pegged it. Whatever you’ve just done, you took charge and made it happen. All jesting aside, this week…

Focus. Anchor. Breathe.

When you lose an anchor in life, if you’re smart, you look for another one. If you’re wise, you make yourself that anchor. Any regular reader of my blog knows my father passed away last summer and my sister is battling Stage IV ovarian cancer. I was going to make this entry lighthearted and then…