Tuesday evening, the Peeps and I celebrated a new couch, good company and the upcoming new year with wine and Jeff’s local pizza. We also hashed out our 2019 words of the year via storyboards (you’re welcome), laughter, tears, courage and other confidential means. At first we tossed out ideas as if we were Miss Congeniality … More illuminate
This is going to be brief as in “brevity is clarity.” I borrowed the tidbits below from two very different sources: Weird Al Yankovic and Sharon Salzburg. One is known for boisterous musical satire and the other invites people to quiet contemplation. See below. Vote. Get a free sticker. Vote. Show you care about something. … More Free stickers!
This weekend while avoiding a big box store during college move-in week, I ran into an long-loved friend as he picked up birthday cards for his wife. He’s the sort of person who listens. He loves his family – they do not doubt his love – and he loves people – friends, fellow worshipers and … More Reclaiming what matters
This morning, I woke at 4 a.m. and ruminated of all the things I need to do, my endless list of failures (real and perceived), and offered a mid-level lament. After a terrific weekend with good people and one good dog, I was coming down to the realities of what needs to be done at … More I see you.
Hello (new friend)! My name is Allie. I heard that you don’t know (yet) what you want to become when you are finished with your schooling and working to support yourself. That can be a hard thing to know – even for adults who have studied successfully in college and have had really cool career … More When you don’t know what you want to do (a letter to my 6th grade pen pal)
Have you seen the video of the bear that snuffled a family’s home while they slumbered? Ursa major made a minor snack of their belongings. If you’ve had a chance to read my last blog where the idea of trauma and pain is likened to hangry bears who follow you and take up residence in … More The rest of the (bear) story
I’ve been privileged to know many lovely people in my young and not-so-young life. Alberta who loved us thoroughly and for whom I cried bitterly when we moved back to Germany my first time. Grandmas, grandpas, aunties and cousins. Teachers. I almost could be persuaded to believe in God again just because of the enduring … More Be who you needed when you were younger
I have long been up this morning in the quiet tiny apartment, this place of refuge where I landed after limping back to Kansas. #1 son generously called it the Hobbit House for its diminutive size and coziness. I’ll always be grateful for the sweetness of that name. The kids saw home where I saw … More Starting Again: a travelogue to encourage people who are beginning again…again
As Izzy and I tromped through the mist of a quieter Manhattan, Mariah Carey’s voice jingled in my thoughts, “All I want for Christmas…” And it got me thinking. What do I really want when people are hungry, lonely and weary – worried about their family’s future? Thanks to Izzy and her dash for a … More All I want for Christmas
It is finished. After wigging out, dragging my feet and hoping for other variables to magically make this decision easier, I have just submitted my insurance elections for the next year. Something I’ve been avoiding thinking about for days…weeks, at least. Fretting about it? Worrying? Freaking out about getting it wrong? Check. Check. Check. Finally, I … More Not yet, but I have the tools to find out.