My grandma was one of the only people I know who disliked fall. She called it, “The death of summer.” As a child, I thought that was such a depressing thought, especially from my grandma, a joyful freight train of energy. As I start to notice summer blending into fall, I am starting to see… Continue reading Seasons Change
Something about turning 40 was hitting me hard the last couple of months. I kept swinging between “I am halfway to dead” and “My life is halfway over…and the second half is all wrinkles and gout and stuff. Have I accomplished everything I have wanted to do since obviously, I will be somehow incapacitated sooner… Continue reading Thoughts on Turning 40
Let’s pretend you and I are sitting at a coffee house, drinking our favorite drinks, and a comfortable silence settles over us as we happily sit in the presence of one another. Then I break the silence with a thought provoking, heart searching question: What are you currently waiting for? What would your answer be?… Continue reading What are you waiting for?
I am sitting on the ground, clad a simple dress, kneading bread dough in a wooden bowl. Sitting across from me is my friend, who’s sudden, boisterous laugh startles her nursing infant awake. My friend’s mom, eyes wet with tears of laughter, had just finished sharing a story of her own new motherhood experience. In… Continue reading Going Tribal
There was once an old man. His wife had died a few years back and he lived a quiet existence in a small apartment in the middle of a big city. With no family around, no grandkids to bounce on his knee, no children to brag or worry over, no close friends, all he had… Continue reading Look at the Old Man
My Pride Aside 