On Notre Dame, and endings

It was a scene distinctly reminiscent of its fictional twin. I watched a group of people sing “Ave Maria” as they watched, teary-eyed, Notre Dame cathedral engulfed in flames. And I couldn’t help but be reminded of the Who’s in Whoville, singing on Christmas morning despite a lack of presents, food for a feast and…

Beyond the ordinary

I’ve just deleted my mother from my cell phone contacts list; this is not as drastic as it sounds. She passed away eight years ago. You might ask what took me so long. And you’d have a point. I’ve written before about my mother being a force of nature. She was a mighty oak, someone…

In this moment

I am reminded this week that if we have any power at all, it is in this very moment. And as I write that, I realize it sounds like something you’d read on a cocktail napkin at a Tony Robbins seminar. Apologies for that. Mea culpa, but I’m still plunging ahead here. This post was…

“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…

“Mewwy Kwiffmuff”

I heard her before I saw her in the crowded store. “Man, those chips look good! I think I need to get me some of those,” she exclaimed. My son had just thrown a bag of Tostitos Scoops into our cart, an item I had forgotten but needed for a dip I was making. We…

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…

When the rescued rescue

She makes it look so easy. My teenager, still a boy-man, does not believe in showing weakness. I completely understand this; at his age, weakness can be received by peers with scorching disdain. But our “rescue” dog is aptly named. We call her a rescue because we thought we saved her from the pound. Turns out,…

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…