Today’s workout goal? No sweat!
The reason was this: I had walked into the nearly empty locker room before 6 this morning in time to hear a woman in a wet swimsuit say, “The showers are closed?” Continue reading Today’s workout goal? No sweat!
Driving away the vacation lament…
As I reflect now on my vacation, I realize that it was good and it is over and all is well. Continue reading Driving away the vacation lament…
Begin with vacation in mind…
Begin with the end in mind doesn’t mean focus on the end so much as to focus on making the most of the time before the end. Continue reading Begin with vacation in mind…
Sweet on Paris…
Knowing a friend is vacationing in Europe during this time of uncertainty makes this latest terror event too close to home. Continue reading Sweet on Paris…
A matter of perspective…
I couldn’t help but feel sorry with him for the years he had wasted. And recognize my own years wasted on insecurities, when I might have simply chosen a different frame. Continue reading A matter of perspective…
The Scrooge of summer…
Ah, the 4th of July, when you celebrate in hot, buggy humidity along with everyone else and their brother’s vehicle on the road. Yay. Or bah humbug. Continue reading The Scrooge of summer…
When you get to tell your story…
Stories never cease to remind me that God can make something incredible from a perfect mess. Continue reading When you get to tell your story…
He is my brother still…
I was content with an “out of sight, out of mind” relationship with my brother — until he broke his neck. Continue reading He is my brother still…
What do you give your husband on Father’s Day?
What do you buy a man who has everything — five of everything, actually, packaged up in each child who has grown up in our house? Continue reading What do you give your husband on Father’s Day?
Terrorism too close to home …
Today I think of those who lost their loved ones. Of those who may have survived but will remain haunted by the images of that night, that horror, that loss. Continue reading Terrorism too close to home …
Let the empty nest begin…
I have entered that period so many lament: the empty nest. My five children have left me one by one. But rather than lament it, I say… Continue reading Let the empty nest begin…
Six things I learned from back pain…
My back talks. When I listen, it tells me what to do. When I don’t, it gets downright bossy. Back pain, I’ve discovered, is a good teacher. Continue reading Six things I learned from back pain…
On an overly exuberant toilet…
This auto-flushing toilet was like a bidet. It flushed five times while I sat on it, and I was not on it long. Continue reading On an overly exuberant toilet…
How’s your masterpiece?
Thinking of my body as a masterpiece — as Rosie does — makes me appreciate how and why God made me uniquely me. Continue reading How’s your masterpiece?
Was this an unredeemable moment?
What kind of person can leave behind a tampon in a shower? Did it fall out, unnoticed? (Not bloody likely.) Continue reading Was this an unredeemable moment?
For the love of mom…
My mother has loved me well. I will remember that as she remembers less and less — and love her well in return. I hate Alzheimer’s disease. Continue reading For the love of mom…
Skimpy showers suit me…
Longer workouts, shorter waits, happy hair, and still early to work — all because I didn’t get what I wanted. Continue reading Skimpy showers suit me…
Stand by your work…
Showing your art or writing for public consumption is like offering your heart, your very self — and chancing rejection. It isn’t just a technique or a style or the juxtaposition of color. It is heart and soul offered. Continue reading Stand by your work…
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