Stories

…on making waffles in the morning

  It’s one of my favorite lines in a movie, maybe ever.  It’s a statement made by a donkey, voiced by Eddie Murphy, in the animated 2001 fairy tale, Shrek.  For those of you who may have been living under a rock for the last 17 years, it’s about an ogre, with a Mike Myers…

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… on definitive donuts and a bucket designed for happiness

At the end of the day… or week… or decade…  the reality of a rich, full life results, sometimes, in feeling a little poorer.  Grief over losing someone dear calls into question everything we allow into our lives — like a balance sheet of pros and cons or a record of wins and losses.  Sadness,…

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…on parking parallel in a perpendicular world

For some reason, I always excelled at parallel parking.  Why, I am not sure.  I grew up on a farm where we pulled our cars across the barnyard to get in or out of the driveway.  I lived in a small town where the number of spots around the town square probably equaled the number…

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…on hashing out the “if’s” and “when’s”

A couple of months ago I wrote a blog post stating that I was going to take a little break from writing — needing to step back to see exactly what it was that I needed to step up to do.  I had started this blog after taking an impromptu trip to LA to attend…

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…on the telling of truths in these telling times  

“Cleaning your house while your kids are still growing is like shoveling the walk before it stops snowing.”  Phyllis Diller The truth is, being a mother is a lot of work.  At the height of my mothering of 4 children at home I cleaned.  Every day.  I did 4 loads of laundry.  Every day.  I…

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…on how if you can’t even, cant

I can’t even…. I hear these words often from fellow mothers when looking at pictures of their children that pop up on Facebook’s time hop.  Like, “I can’t even deal with how cute she was” or “I can’t even believe how much he has grown”.  So when unpacking a box of Christmas things from years…

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…on shelving the elfing expectations

And then she did the most miraculous, unexpected thing… she asked if, instead of relegating Daisy to a shelf as christmas decor, she took over and did it for me.  She wanted to give back the joy of waking every morning to a new experience. A new joy.  A new play on an old ploy for goodness as a guide for behavior.  

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…on how the old me knew me

A couple of months ago, I was headed to Denver to participate in my third women’s empowerment conference, called Emerging Women Live, and this year I needed a photo of myself.  While I had flexed my event management muscles as a part of the volunteer staff the prior two years, this year was going to…

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…on distractions, deficiencies and delight

I was sitting at my coffee table working on a kitchen design for a client because, well, my new home office is not yet organized enough to actually work in after my move a month ago.   The TV was on to provide a little background noise and my dog was languishing in the chair…

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