25Nov
10Nov
Left to tell the tale: Remembering their part and ours
I will never know most of the millions of lives changed and sacrificed through military service, but I know and love a few of them – relatives, acquaintances, and a friend you’re about to learn more of. This gives me the empathy and safe distance...
01Nov
The Path Less Travelled
I looked down over a cliff and with only a belief, a calling and a trusty pair of flipflops, I started down. This was the beach calling me, not one with tidy boardwalks and crowded with tourists, but shards of sandstone around me and underfoot, and...
24Oct
Getting to the roots, Engaging to the core
Two weeks ago my beloved 50-foot silver maple tree succumbed to high winds and uprooted my lawn and my world. I’ve just spent five days taking my world back, not replanting to replace or duplicate, but embracing the opportunity to reach deeper, higher, differently. The...
16Oct
A life uprooted: seeing the possibilities
Last week I was sulky because of the rain pelting on my window. I had a powerful lesson handed to me a few hours after that, as our century-old giant silver maple succumbed to hours of intense wind and tipped over, literally ripping its roots...
10Oct
Unthankful things for which this writer is thankful
Rarely do I gush about gratitude, because with all the good in my life, it’s easier to list things for which I’m ungrateful. Snakes, rain on my beach day, a blank page that screams at me to fill it while my inner voice tells me...
27Sep
Five hints to harvesting trade show success
It was a glorious autumn day, perfect for harvesting or anything else that didn’t involve being behind a table inside a conference room. Yet, that’s where I was, at a conference, waiting and hoping to promote my story, my services and … yikes … myself...
10Sep
Owning my Inner Unruly Child, One Word at a Time
Quick-tempered, then withdrawn, reactive, close to the chest, stumbling over the sound of her own voice, like a toddler and a teenager all in one, so powerfully entwined like a garden untended, choking out the adult that gets only rare opportunities to poke through. How...
21Aug
Am I a writer without a cat?
Is just one crazy idea my mind created as I deal with the one unavoidable thing that life brings: death. Linc was 17 in our years, 85 in his. He joined our family when it was new and growing: I was pregnant with my second...
11Aug