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…

A house of cards

Talking to a friend recently whose life is being upended, I mentioned how nice it was that at least her career was settled. With everything else in flux, she has a stable port in which to rest. “I never seem to be offered that,” I commented. When change happens in my life, it tends to…

An invisible thread

An invisible thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but will never break. –Chinese proverb Before I share with you a few incidences of unusual connection—of threads that continued or appeared in a way our human brains might question–I feel the need…

Zimbabwe to Chicago

Cynics, look away. No need to read this post. Perhaps some of my other, more jaded posts will suit you. But this one—no. You will scoff. And I’m in no mood for scoffers. Don’t tell me he is not out there. You can tell me he is in Zimbabwe saving babies, or in Fiji finding…

The director’s cut

The young doctor was attempting to verbally corral my mother, to no avail. “But you see, Mrs. B . . . “ “No, I don’t see, young lady. I don’t see your point at all.” “The episode you had was a . . . “ “Don’t say the word. Don’t say it again. I’m not…

“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…

Your hands must empty

I used to be a master at walking down the same street and expecting a different view. I’d like to chalk it up to youth. Dating the same boyfriend a second time. He had already shown me who he was. We had broken up. But back I went. Knowing a certain management style and the…

When lighting a candle . . .

. . . it is best to make a wish. Or so my mother told me. So when I found myself on Christmas Eve, in single-digit weather, lighting hundreds of candles lining my street, I had a wealth of wishes. I decided not to be greedy. As I lit the luminaries in front of each…

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…

Give it up

I will never hold a garage, tag or yard sale. Yes, I said never. On this point, I’m clear and sure. And it’s not just because I can’t stand the thought of giving odd strangers the license to paw through my things and case my house. I’m a giver, you see. I have many faults….

Have faith. Be smart. One does not preclude the other.

I felt the impact and truth of what I was saying in my bones—literally. I felt the force of my conviction physically, and it surprised me. My mother lay dying in a hospital bed. She was still well enough to hold conversations and was worrying about my financial situation. I was married at the time…

Stop. Think. Repeat.

I’m in a pause. And no, not THAT pause with a capital M. Not even close. I’m midstream in a sacred pause. When something seemingly larger than life happens, our first instinct is always to run. To flee. To get busy. And that usually works wonderfully well for a short time. To those of us…