I saw joy crossing the street this morning

It was a typical Thursday morning. I took a left turn into my neighborhood, steaming hot coffee in my cup holder, as I pondered the research report I needed to edit. And there she was, crossing the street—in my suit. The woman crossing the street had my old business suit on, one I recently donated…

If we were having coffee . . .

If you and I were having coffee this week, luxuriating in a solid hour of uninterrupted conversation, I might share a few things. Grab your cuppa’ and we’ll do it virtually. Be sure to tell me what’s new in your world in the comments. (And thank you to my blogger friend, Dale, for her inspiration…

An encounter with unwavering optimism

As I walked the dog the other day, I ran into my neighbor Ed and his new puppy, Mango. If you knew Ed, you’d know he is an unlikely muse. But this week, he was just that for me. Ed’s dog Ginger, a standard poodle, died last year at just three years old—very suddenly. He…

The sweet sounds of a wild rumpus

I heard the squeals, screams and shouts before I saw the entourage. But oh, the entourage was worth the wait. Full of flash, dash, sparkles and bravado, it entertained me for a good half an hour. But the entourage has since been called home for dinner. What a shame. It was a brief happy interlude…

Wayfaring

Before I was truly awake and functioning this morning, I found myself stepping from a boat into the ocean off the coast of Maui. Relatively calm, with a bit of a southern swell, the water enveloped me like silk, bluer than the summer sky. I adjusted my snorkel mask and entered that silent underworld, the…

Man a lifeboat

One day you finally knew  what you had to do, and began,  though the voices around you  kept shouting  their bad advice –  though the whole house  began to tremble  and you felt the old tug  at your ankles.  “Mend my life!”  each voice cried.  But you didn’t stop.  You knew what you had to…

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…

Worth it

When did we decide that we were not worth it? When did we begin to tell ourselves the choices that bring us joy were too expensive/impractical/self-indulgent? I remember, as a young girl, asking for a $20 calendar for my birthday. My mother told me it would be “shameful” to spend $20 on a calendar, that something so…

Such a welcome

A woman I’ve never met walks by my house each and every day. This in and of itself is not extraordinary. But her constancy is. Every day, at the same time, she walks, backpack on her back. Both straps fastened, limping. Hat and sunglasses on, even on cloudy days. In the summer, she walks with…

“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…

Another day, another sayonara to my ego

Ego. Ugh. I despise that word. In many circles, it means the bit of you that gets too big for its britches. The one that boasts, brags or feels entitled. And don’t tell me you don’t have that bit. We all do. We all make asses of ourselves occasionally. Even you, my angel. Ego is…

Stealth mode

“The fog comes on little cat feet . . .” One of my favorite lines by Carl Sandburg. Something about the cadence of the words, the visual they bring to mind, speaks to me. Joy comes on little cat feet sometimes also. I cannot say I was raised on speaking terms with Joy. In our…