I think December makes me acutely aware of that from which I feel trapped. It’s place in the evolution of the calendar year nudges us to look back and forward. Both directions bear weight.
I overheard this on the train this week. “Thank you Andrew. I’m not quite sure what you are hearing but the real answer is, there is not a definitive answer…
This morning was an exercise in looking at the things I see every day in a slightly different way.
I am grateful for significant moments memorialized thanks to a picture. The featured picture was taken by my ex-husband. Our daughter, Bridget, and I were chewing ice cubes and talking…
After she was busted she found the guts to tell her own.
“Momma, momma, I think something bit me,” my daughter yelled. My inquiry was shushed as she pulled the sleeve of her sweatshirt back from her wrist, and exposed a large…
An exchange yesterday triggered a comical memory. It happened when my colleague and I interviewed a candidate for a new member of our team and she asked the candidate an interesting…
There is nothing awkward about this moment.
Vulnerability is the gateway drug to happiness.
Life isn’t pretty all the time with contextual footnotes making each experiences’ meaning crystal clear. It’s an evolution of iterations that make us who we are, and it’s our choice to listen, learn, and love.
Because she was a child once too.
Ruby understood her vocation better than most. She arrived to fill a void.
The volume and details of memories that often flood my mind, will soon become absent in his life. Corey has been diagnosed with early, really early onset of Alzheimer’s disease.
We’ve attempted to bring new life to our own straggled thought.
First I noticed the color where there should not have been any. I picked it up and the evidence was littered inside its belly. Flecks of dark red. Sulfites. They landed at its bottom. It was placed inside the box, hidden from my view, yet frozen in time.
The truth is, February is a game changer. I felt good that a marriage, a friend’s birthday, moving to Springfield, and so many positive events offset what happened in 1990. That was when I went to my resident adviser at Marquette University and told her that I sexually was assaulted by another student.
Note: I published my first draft last week. This is the version I will use today, Tuesday, January 30, when I lead my first Al-Anon class. The topic is Step…
WHEN A MARRIAGE FAILS
Out of the mud the bluest flowers
open in the sun
without anger or regret; neither more or less than what it is,
alive again and free.
Yesterday morning I spoke with my sister and shared my blues about being alone Christmas Day. Bridget will be with her father today, and I am not making Christmas dinner, which we’ve always shared with my parents. I was dreading being alone. In spite of my little pep talk, about subtracting “no” and “can’t” from my vocabulary, I was falling right into the trap I desperately wanted to avoid: Self-pity.
The threshold is God’s waiting room: Have you ever read something so lovely? I see the world through God’s eyes on walks with the dogs when I hear every bird, when I stop to appreciate the Hawk – in sheer awe of its wingspan – hunting for prey, when I awake and stand at the window counting the different colors of the morning sunrise, when I take the dogs out for their last visit before bedtime and bask in the moonlight, when I kiss my daughter goodnight and tell her that I love her, and when I place my head on my pillow each night and thank God for every moment when he made his presence that day. This is the best waiting room ever.
I welcome you to join me as I continue to get comfortable in my own skin, accepting who I am for my own strengths and weaknesses, embracing my current place in this universe and how I can pay it forward, and celebrating this gift of life with my daughter, friends, family, and community.
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https://soundcloud.com/onbeing/john-odonohue-the-inner-landscape-of-beauty-aug2017 I struggled with words today. I downloaded the On Being with Krista Tippett podcasts as MB suggested. I’ve listened to 1.5 podcasts, and there is…
“If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin.”Ivan Turgenev
I decided before I even went to sleep what I would write this morning. Though I have listened to the song a hundred times, it struck a chord. “I never thought I could fail”.
Ten minutes is not the perfect amount of time to try on eyeglasses with your daughter at Costco. Lesson learned.
It wasn’t supposed to end like this. Her mother was supposed to be with him, but he drove her away for years. And this year she finally left. Sad and heartbroken,…
My greatest accomplishment will become a teenager tomorrow.
Within minutes I thought these men could be women. I never heard men talk about the same things as women do.
Venturing out into the digital dating world means we all come from a place of vulnerability. But, being vulnerable doesn’t mean you can’t be confident.
July is a month of metamorphosis. We move to our next best iteration. I find that transition occurs best when we are present; living a life that revels in the here and now, is open to what’s next, and avoids the rabbit holes of what if’s that force us to sacrifice our authentic selves for the fakers, cheaters, and liars.
All week, at every instance, as I walked through the city, through the train cars, over the river and anywhere outside I made eye contact with lots of strangers.
I reviewed the expense report and thought it was both odd and cool at the same time that I was reviewing Uber expenses in the U.S. and The Netherlands. I…
Of course, there are a few things missing, from turning on the radio to peeing and trips out to the trash, but that is pretty close to what I expected and intended my Saturday to be.
“Pursue the things you love doing and then do them so well that people can’t take their eyes off of you.” Maya Angelou I was looking for inspiration. Craving more…
From their white, pink-and purple-lined blossoms, to its sweet perfume, I never met a Magnolia tree I didn’t like.
The city’s sounds, smells, and sights are intoxicating. In the morning people are quiet. Falling in like cattle, some step up to step down the stairs. Their shoe clicks vary, soft rubber, fine leather, hard plastic, tapping against weathered stone floors, metal escalators, concrete streets, and metal bridges.
So, “it’s like trying to grab hold of fog” …
The to do’s ran through her head.
“You aren’t stuck on this,” she said.
He doublechecked his father’s playbook.
Frequency. Yes, that is the perfect word. The correct word. Frequency is directly correlated to balance.