I was not a born cook. More of a late bloomer. But I’ve found something joyful and satisfying in it, well beyond creating tasty or healthy food to eat.
Read MoreI believe I’ve become a slightly better writer, and, as with most things, it’s been in ways I haven’t anticipated.
Read MoreCreate some light in the dark and some love through the stress.
Read MoreIn the darkest days of the year, hold close those you hold dear. Bittersweet though it sometimes may be.
Read MorePeace. Finding it and maintaining it. My limited and always growing perspective.
Read MoreLightening doesn’t normally strike twice, but does that mean it can’t? Or are you still just shaken up from the first time.
Read MoreMusings after a few years in the forties.
Read MoreBreaking down my tumultuous relationship with winter and why I have such a difficult time when it gets colder.
Read MoreGetting through rough patches. Trying to give myself breaks. Moving through this year. Ready for the other side. Ready to be better and stronger and done with this lesson.
Read MoreHonesty has different calibrations. Mine is very high.
Read MoreStress and money. This was another scary one to write. Afraid of being judged. But it’s all honest and transparent. I’d rather write substance than nothing at all.
Read MoreMusings on life and love and spending time with the ones that mean the most.
Read MoreOn Chicago Marathon Eve, we remember the ladies who first fought so that we could run.
Read MoreExamining feelings of self doubt during a certification exam.
Read MoreDebating a return up a road previously traveled …
Read MoreThe picture (and embedded video) are all the photographic evidence I have left of a family trip to the Grand Canyon. I had an album of older photos, but I think it must have been a casualty of the fire because I cannot find it. By this time I had written my first novel. Hand written on recycled paper, where it remains. I never made it through putting it into typeface. I like to think this little one would be happy with where she ended up. (Although she would be pissed I hadn’t done something with that historical fiction she wrote at thirteen.)
Read MoreTrying to stretch. Trying to grow. Fighting all of the internal voices that try and tell me that it’s not for me.
Read MoreAm I working hard and stressed out? Yes. But I’m carving out a life that I want and think it’s worth it.
Read MoreMusings after a difficult few weeks.
Read MoreSo it IS the heat. AND the humidity…
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