On finding magic

From the time I was a little girl, I have been trying to connect to and inhabit from whence I came. That sounds odd, doesn’t it? Especially in our forward-looking society where bravery and gusto are celebrated. I was the girl surrounded by a multitude of people (my large family and the tribes they created)…

Shared dessert

Did my headline make you stop and think in this age of coronavirus? I know. It felt weird to write. Because really, who in their right mind would share a dessert right now? Particularly with a stranger? But just a few months ago, I did without thinking twice about it. My, how times change. I’ve…

Still waters

My father used to fret about my penchant for books, for quiet, for solitude. On many occasions, as I lay in my bed, I heard my mother tell him yet again, “Still waters run deep.” How many times as a young Catholic schoolgirl I heard the priest from the pulpit: “Be still and know that…

A heaping pile of steaming good

A friend recently asked what I really wanted this Christmas. And the words that came out of my mouth (narrowly edging out “anything from Bottega Veneta”) were: “A heaping pile of steaming goodness.” I mean it. And if you’ve seen Bottega Veneta’s spring line, you’ll know I must REALLY want goodness because those designer duds…

A proud patron

Can you guess where Americans go more often than the movies? I know what you’re thinking—and it’s not fast food restaurants or the mall. Instead, it’s somewhere I’ve loved for a lifetime. Libraries. National Library Week just ended in mid-April, so of course my favorite place is on my mind. According to the American Library…

Wonder

You know the feeling when you choose something—a habit, a shirt, a dog—and it becomes a “thing”? Something in the global zeitgeist? Suddenly, it’s everywhere. Yeah, I hate that. Being a bit of a creative type, I choose things that make my soul sing. Or my eyes pop. Or my brain sizzle in the most…

The care she took

It wasn’t that the evening was perfect. It was the care she took in crafting it. You know the feeling. You head somewhere—a social engagement or obligation—after a long week at work. It’s Friday night and you’re still in final conference call mode (or your equivalent). You rush through the end of the work day,…

Brave, not perfect

I awoke to 2019 old enough to know better. To know better than to expect a shiny new feeling in a shiny new year. But I awoke content in the moment. I hope you did too. I chose hearty oatmeal with my youngest rather than a morning aerobics class. Talk about “old enough to know…

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…

The Makers

Makers keep showing up in my life. You know, the people who translate ideas and mismatched parts into physical things. A car. A coffee table. A thriving business. A killer dress. I birthed a Maker. My eldest son tinkers and toils with his hands—happier that way than any other. I take no credit. My father’s…

Going home

I don’t know why I answered the doorbell. I never do. Really. It’s always someone trying to sell me something—raffle tickets, candy bars, the salvation of Jesus Christ. But this time, I peeked out the window to see who might be there. A father and son stood on my doorstep. I opened the window a…

Catch me

I once knew a woman. In her thirties, she left a promising career to stay home with her children. She ferried her two young sons from playground to preschool, from lessons to the library. She cooked amazing, complicated meals on weeknights to the chagrin of her fellow mothers (who told her to stop raising the…