My son said he wanted the weekend to feel like a weekend. A Sunday to feel like a Sunday. Because when you’re home bound, the days can start…
My near 15 year old is in the other room playing Scenes From an Italian Restaurant by Billy Joel, a song popular when I was 15 years old.…
Whether it comes from a “Protestant Work Ethic”adopted by the Western world or the American Dream Seekers defining themselves through their Productivity, it’s still here and it’s exhausting…
The fact is, they’re not really sure how this Covid-19 virus is actually spreading. Obviously from person to person, but is it the breathing, sneezing, touching and transferring,…
In many ways, this forced isolation has expanded my heart. The persistent time spent with my family, and they with each other, has changed us. Where before we…
I feel so fortunate this week. Let me name you the reasons why. My blog is on it’s way to being a big girl’s site. Read about how…
I joined in a creative daily picture challenge for the month of February on Instagram. It is the #SeeYourOrdinary challenge hosted by a freiend. And I have made…
( Written days after Christmas ’19, it would seem this piece got away from me.. Yet I still feel the honor of the holiday purpose only a month…
It seemed ironic that my prompt of Solitude on my Soul Selfie Instagram Challenge could illicit such a loud and resounding response. Yet, the group there gathered around me are writers…
I am ruminating on a few lessons this week. Lessons about shame and forgiveness. Lessons on patience and persistence and presence. And lessons on paradox. See, I am…