I get it. Personally, I hate writing capital letters. It stops my flow when the words are actually and finally breaking through. Sometimes I find myself trying to write as fast as I can so I’m not late for work. But, you can’t rush moments. Feeling. Breathing. Life. I know we’re all pressed for time. But … read on….
I’ve been sweating over a Valentine’s post for weeks now. I tried to write about the heart and it’s precarious balance of fragility and will. It became a daunting task. I tried to recall the loves of my life. I imagined a sweet and gentle stroll down memory lane. But that jaunt was quickly paved with sharp, crushed shards of my poor … read on….
I was not an athletic child. Let me rephrase that. I did walk a lot, performed the classic Jane Fonda thigh lifts and butt squeezes and even some old school sit ups on occasion, but I was not a sports player. Not by a long shot. The less “on a team” I could be, the better. … read on….
The screens are in. Fresh air is flowing throughout my well loved house. Dog hair dust balls tumble in the mellow breeze that carries the scent of lilacs up through my bedroom window. That same breeze keeps the bugs at bay while the sun ignites the freckles on my skin. The grass is storybook green. The sky is … read on….
I’ve been dreaming about far away friends lately. Some I haven’t seen in 20 years. Some I’ve known way longer. But all of a sudden they’ve been coming to visit with me in the midnight hour. And it’s a beautiful thing. My dreams have always been vivid. Nighttime stories that I’ve remembered well into the next … read on….
Birthdays were the most exciting day of the year when I was a child. Even better than Christmas. My mother would decorate a tall wooden chair in the dining room with streamers and balloons for the honored one. There would be presents waiting wrapped with bows at the throne. It was magical and I wished it would last forever. … read on….
Dear Marlies, You are beautiful. You truly are. Even when you don’t believe it, it’s true. You are unique. One of a kind. So, stand tall, look back at that reflection and smile. Watch those big eyes light up. They sparkle when you do. Love your body as it is. Keep it strong but let it be. … read on….
They say that diamonds are a girl’s best friend. Oh, I love sparkly things – don’t get me wrong. But when it comes to watching trash tv, joining me on long walks listening to my woes, and passing no judgment when i wear the same clothes 2 days (and maybe one night) in a row…diamonds got nothing … read on….
in just one day it will be a whole new year. the anticipation of starting over is overwhelming. i’m giddy with the idea that in less than 24 hours the past will wipe clean and i can start afresh. bad habits will magically disappear, love handles will slim, yelling at my rambunctious boys will become a faded memory … read on….
Dear Santa, I’ve been really good. Really. It hasn’t been easy. It’s been an exhausting year full of good lessons and grown up moments. Now I need a year of fun. So I have a very simple list this year. I just want a mind that doesn’t worry. Smiling boy faces. Stinky dog noses. A … read on….