Birthday or Any Day: Celebrate Being You
My sister-in-law celebrated her 45th birthday recently. And celebrated, and celebrated, and celebrated. True , it’s a birth-DAY, but the hell with what the calendar says; if you’ve got the desire, the...
View ArticleBaking: It’s Not as Scary as it Looks
This is my Kitchen Aid stand mixer. Bright, cheery, promise of all things sweet, sticky, crumbly, flaky and satisfying. But until very recently, this trusty kitchen tool was more like my personal “Dr....
View ArticleIslands and Mangoes
Dealing with life’s challenges is a little like eating a mango. It’s a messy proposition but worth it in the end. As I see it, being a little sticky and picking hair-like mango pieces out of my teeth...
View ArticleKirby
Of course it rained all day last Tuesday, the day we said goodbye to Kirby. How wholly appropriate for the sky to shed tears on a day when our time with one of the universe’s most special creatures...
View ArticleTurtle Sanity
For many years, when the seasons would change, my acupuncturist knew to expect a call from me. Transition is unsettling for me; to be blunt, it knocks my qi right on its rear. Sleep becomes a...
View ArticlePlant Your Roots, and Watch What Grows
Today is December 1 and in 29 days I will turn 50. Here’s me in Atlanta, Georgia, just six months shy of my 4th birthday. Not much has changed since then (though I do miss those white patent leather...
View ArticleSeason of Missing
It’s cold here on the east coast. There is a biting wind outside that elevates the notion of “chill in the air” to something otherworldly. Although I am a December baby, these frigid months are...
View ArticleHomecomings…and Goings
My oldest child returned home from a two-month job out west last week. Her stay here will be temporary, as she is preparing for a new adventure in yet another part of the country and will be leaving...
View ArticleMid-Life Lessons from my Children
“Let that be a lesson to you.” How often have we parents said this to our children? In those “teachable moments,” it’s the phrase we use to drive the point home. As the parent of young adults,...
View ArticleIce-Cube Zen
I hate being late. I’m pretty sure this dates back to a childhood obsession with “people pleasing” that has carried over into my adult world. Not that there’s anything wrong with it; it’s nice to show...
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