This Mother’s Day, if I could make one request, it would be this: one of my childhood friends, a girl who peppers most of the happiest memories of my youth, needs something, I’d like to help deliver it to her. We fell out of touch as people do, and then reconnected through Facebook. I’ve often chuckled [...]
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
“Do one thing every day that scares you.” Eleanor Roosevelt Last weekend we took a family hike. It was absolutely gorgeous and required just enough of me physically and mentally that I found myself completely engrossed in the task at hand. We trekked through terrain that alternated between rocky, muddy and icy until we hit the summit of [...]
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
We were on a road trip this weekend and I felt a cloak of dissatisfaction in myself coming over me. I am always susceptible to it when I am away from home. I resent not having all my things and my hair always seems to frizz and I forget a certain bra or I sit [...]
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
I don’t think I’d be making myself out as being terribly unique if I shared that I struggle with abusive behavior. We all do, right? No one likes people who are mean, duplicitous or unpredictable. It’s tough to know when to let it roll off your back and when to stand your ground. Which idiot [...]
Sunday, February 5, 2012
There’s been a lot in the news about the Komen/Planned Parenthood debacle. I am not going to go in to any of the political issues, I think there is enough of that out there. I think the thing we should all take away from this is quite plain: Have a hand in it. Whatever your *it* [...]
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Circumstances, fears, confusion—they’re all authentic, but they aren’t reason enough to give up or go silent. Ask. Explain. Listen. Share. Look. Look twice. Ask again. Press on, because if you don’t, maybe no one will. We all have vastly more power than we know, true injustice is failing to use it. Your voice, evermore yours to use for good.
Friday, November 4, 2011
When I was a teenager in Yakima, Washington one of my responsibilities was stacking the cords of applewood we would get for our fireplace. My motivation to stack it was threefold: First—the wood was delivered and dumped in my parking spot. Second—I loved a fire when I watched movies, which was all the time (VHS FTW) Third—Even though [...]
Monday, September 19, 2011
Every once in a while I hesitate about a post. I learned a long time ago that some things, even though they are a part of my life, are not mine to tell. Still, I’m pretty honest here, though there is an increasing awareness of how proprietary some of this is getting as the girls [...]
Friday, July 22, 2011
The girls are home. I cried while they were gone. A lot. I walked past their bedrooms trying not to get caught up in the twisted sheets and discarded clothes all wrapped up in their summery scent of cut grass, lake water and cheesey-snack dust. Then the first morning without them came and the room pulled [...]
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
I have three friends suffering right now. Their stories are all distinct, and in truth I don’t know the whole of any of them, but I know enough to see and hear that they are in pain. Family, self, struggle. We all have things that weigh upon us more heavily than they might others, but [...]
Saturday, May 12, 2012
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