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…
It was three-plus hours of cardio, that made my heart pump and sing.
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.
After I finished my soup, I found an unwrapped and abandoned fortune cookie with some other miscellaneous snacks in the kitchen.
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.
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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”.
“Shush up,” she said. Looking down at her from the top of stairs, “Now that’s enough, go lay down.”
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,…
I also found a hummingbird this weekend at a family gathering, that I was lucky enough to capture on film. The discovery of which prompted a family member to tell me that the tiny bird’s presence represents my Grandma Burns, which I loved hearing. Both the conversation on the train and the hummingbird are reminders that when we look and listen for life’s gifts they are aplenty.
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.