I spent the majority of the weekend with the man I love. We got to see each other, play games with friends, watch a British woman win a bake off, and hike with our teenagers. After saying goodbye in the driveway this afternoon, I felt happy but was also sad to see him go. This … Continue reading Soul Groove: part deux

We had a big ol' thunderstorm here this afternoon. Those don't happen in the Pacific Northwest very often. We are coming out of the wettest winter on record, so the rain is nothing new, but it had actually been sunny and 80 degrees just before the sky opened up on us. The amount of lightning … Continue reading Storm Survival

Have you ever been the recipient of a fauxpology? I had coffee last week with my friend, Laura, and she said she'd received a faux apology. The term "fauxpology" came out of my mouth. I'm sure you know what this is, but just in case you don't, let me clarify. A fauxpology is when someone  … Continue reading Fauxpologies

People will tell you you’re too fat, you drink too much, your hair is too short People will tell you your hair is too long, you have too many tattoos, your voice is too loud People will tell you you're too quiet, you’re dressed like a freak, you eat too much crap People will tell … Continue reading What They Say

You are allowed not to like people who have hurt you. This is a simple concept. But we are often sold the idea that unless we pardon those who have hurt us, we will somehow be less evolved, less whole. I call bullshit on that. You can be in the middle a full-blown, self-empowering life … Continue reading The Sweet Spot

As I get closer to the half-century mark, I reflect a lot. I don’t know if it’s because I actually have the time to do that, if it’s a natural occurrence as we age, or if my personal  experiences have precipitated it, but it’s happening. I have a front row seat to my 17-year-old daughter’s … Continue reading To My Daughter

then he gathered up my heart and took it for a stroll in his sunshine

I went to a Cirque du Soleil performance tonight with my daughter, and there was a juggler who performed. He was backed by xylophone-playing "crocodiles," a tuba-playing wrestler, and a couple of your standard drummers - although we all know drummers are anything but standard, don't we? Anyway, the juggler started off with three pins, … Continue reading The Juggler