This year is already different. In winter’s bitter cold and having Izzy nearby to woof at phantoms only she can hear, a change within the Hobbit House has occurred. Instead of resolving to get better at this and do better at that and be brilliant and wave my hanky at the capricious universe, I am … More Making friends with myself
Yes. Yes to “want to meet us at the park?” Yes to “want to join us for supper?” Yes to “I’ve got a fire and a beer. Come on over.” I’ve been saying yes lately to heaps of good things – easily identifiable ‘good things.’ Yesterday, I said yes to a few messy things: tears … More Yes to the Mess
When M & K were growing up and we were at a standoff, I would sometimes remember to be wise. In those times, I would say something like, “when we’re angry at one another or we’ve hurt feelings, it creates a distance between us – one that is not easily closed again. Forgiveness is a … More The distance between us
