I absolutely love the holidays! I love decorating. I love cooking. I love the parties and the excuse to get together and celebrate with family and friends. So, not the point of this, but I wonder why we need the…
I absolutely love the holidays! I love decorating. I love cooking. I love the parties and the excuse to get together and celebrate with family and friends. So, not the point of this, but I wonder why we need the…
Tossing and turning, in and out of what can be loosely considered as a light sleep, I glance at my phone, my email…I put in down, roll over…pull the covers off, put them back on…pick up my iPad. And the…
Last night, my I sat on the couch and my son looked at me and said, “you have an animal in your hair.” Excuse me, WHAT? He didn’t want to touch it because he “wasn’t sure what it was.” I’m…
I thought I had planned ahead but instead, I got behind. Knowing that Thanksgiving might be busy, I planned ahead. I wrote two posts on Wednesday, one for Wednesday and one for Thursday. I thought that was a good plan.…
To see it all Is impossible from here Instead it takes time To feel the way the parts have not quite fit – To force them Like living tomorrow before it happens Won’t get you closer than second guessing this moment…
Disclaimer: I do not know many people who will really understand this… For a lot of people, the tragedy in Paris was a call for retaliation or a call for protection. My reaction was a bit different. When I first…
I choose me! And in doing so, I also choose you. I choose that I get to decide…and so do you! I choose that I will not control…nor be controlled. I choose that I will not be a victim….nor make…
My youngest daughter, in from college, wanted to go to the beach yesterday. When she woke up she came into my room and asked, “Are we going to do this?” My response was my typical, “Do you want to?” Every…
HA! Over the past 24 hours I’ve thought a lot about the comment, “I’ll do that later.” I think that what it really should mean is that I’ll do it never, if I can get away with it. Now don’t get me…
I could cry I wish I want to feed the emotion, but I can’t. I don”t. Instead, I draw back. Not willing to pull forward. To draw in. And yet, I wonder why at the same time I know the…