I have this gorgeous journal. The pages are soft and a lovely shade of ivory. The cover is patched together textiles and embroidered seams. There is a pocket in the front to tuck treasures and inspiration. If I could dream up a journal, this one would be the one. I have a beautiful fountain tip…
We are What We Believe Ourselves to Be. I have these little quotes, word groups, prophetic prose, that I print and magnet up on the board behind my computer. I face a wall in my office, so I try to make it a pretty wall. These little statements usually change every week. Sometimes they are…
A 1.8 million year old skull was found in Dmanisi, Georgia and I am once again in awe. I tend to wonder about the people that came before me and those that will follow when I’m gone. I think about it a lot, always have. I look at old photographs and feel a connection to people.…
Why am I writing another blog post when I should be writing a book? Why when I swipe my credit card at the gas station does it stop before my tank is full, even though I entered my zip code like a good lemming? Why do people have children and then ignore them? Why, even…
Well, I’m 40, have been for almost 7 months now. It’s official and I’m really good with it. A few weeks before the big day, I informed Michael that I just didn’t want to do it. I had chosen not to turn 40…just no. As if I had a choice. What kind of psychotic control…
Michael has this theory, brace yourself. He believes that people should be out living their lives and not watching others. He’s all about getting the most out of everything and I have to chain him to the chair to get him to watch a movie or a video clip or…you get the idea. He likes…
Choices. A person’s life is made up, decorated, by the choices they’ve made. If nothing is ever decided or risked the canvas remains blank, but for the few brush strokes made by childhood. Some adults have lives that are blank canvases, very few choices made, risks taken. I understand the fear in making choices, but…
It appears that lately my blog has been a bit melancholy. Breast Cancer, 9/11 and heartbreak while important and relevant when taken all at once can be…sad. So, I feel the need for a little sunshine. Katlyn came home from high school yesterday inspired. I know those two things seem mutually exclusive, but she was…
Loss. When you put yourself out there you make connections with people. Some of them stick, most of them don’t, but when they stick there’s nothing like it. Man or woman, friend or lover, someone sees you, gets you and enjoys you. So great in such a big world. When you get to that comfortable…