Don't rush it. Doing things well takes time. Screw the rat race. Live well. Love well. Breathe slowly. Say "No" so that you can say "Yes" with your whole heart. Not everything is important. Not everything is obvious. Don't worry about disappointing someone. Do what you know is right. Don't worry about the rest. Enjoy … Continue reading Perception


What Will You Bring?

It doesn't take much to make a difference. To show up, to smile, to ask a question, to look them in the eye. No, it doesn't take much. The cost is little. The experience is priceless. Bringing light into a world of darkness, well, it only takes one tiny, seemingly insignificant candle to change a room. … Continue reading What Will You Bring?

Perfectly Imperfect

Yesterday, I made the best potato soup. It wasn’t creamy, or even very pretty. I added too much water and wheat flour never quite looks right when used as a thickener. But, the taste. oh my. It was delicious. Yesterday, some friends came over. We had a blast, talking and laughing, confessing who we were and … Continue reading Perfectly Imperfect

So Very Very Ordinary

Jealousy is a wretched beast. I don't fall for it often. Most days, I'm good. I laugh inside remembering that when the kids were babies, and they were crying, we followed three criteria: Were they fed? Were they changed? Were they loved? If the answer to every question was yes, and we knew that nothing … Continue reading So Very Very Ordinary

This is Not Life or Death: The Power of Releasing the Pressure

I remember the first time this really struck me. We were one signature away from a cell phone contract. Pen poised, I stopped my husband's hand. "I don't like this. Something doesn't feel right." "What's up?' "I don't know. I just don't feel right about this." "We don't have to do it then." "No, we don't."  … Continue reading This is Not Life or Death: The Power of Releasing the Pressure

Just January.

It's 2015. It's cold. Not so cold that the kids couldn't go to school today. That was yesterday. The day when we all felt a little icky and bored. January is a strange beast. American culture has painted it to be a new beginning, a fresh start for everybody. But, January, really, is a name … Continue reading Just January.

Mourning Father’s Day

I don’t have a good relationship with my father. Scratch that. I don’t have any relationship with my father. It’s been 10 years since I’ve spoken to him. It’s just one of those things that I don’t know how to handle. It’s just. . . not, which makes it hard for others to understand. Most, … Continue reading Mourning Father’s Day