…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 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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…on what made today “the” day

  At a little after 9 on the evening of October 23, 1989 I thought it was too late to call my dad.  I had just gotten off the phone with my sister in Arizona — I had called to tell her I was pregnant.  It was my first and I had just been to…

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…on rising to the occasion, not the bait

Last night I attended a hot-air balloon festival with my 10 year old daughter and some friends.  It was a beautiful, balmy early-September-in-Indiana evening.  You could say it was perfect.  We had taken camp chairs and our cameras (my daughter is a budding photographer) and set up a spot near the end of the field…

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…on selfies and self ease. 

  “My favorite part of my body is my mouth.  It helps me eat and smile when I’m happy, and frown when I am sad.  It shows my expression, to let people know how I’m feeling.” These are some of the words that were a part of an assignment for my 4th grader.  They were…

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…on the lessons of fierce rather than the less-thans of fears.

My fear was the most confident thing about me. Whispering our fears into a flip turn to fierce turns the “less-thans” into lessons in courage.

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…on victory songs and sing-a-longs

“This land is your land….” This line, and the ones that follow it, have been rock and rolling through my head since Friday night.  I attended a concert by the Avett Brothers — new favorites for the wit, wisdom and gut wrenching emotion played out on banjos and bass, in an amazing display of musicianship.…

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