Creating meaning from scattered moments, half hours, and hours takes strength and purpose and vision. It's too, too easy to just languish in the not enough time to do.
Somewhere along the way, someone told me that if I took the time to listen to my kids when they were little, they would still talk to me when they were older.
Somewhere over the past few years, I've lost a little of the fervor for living the current season of my life. Sometimes, it's wall to wall crazy and I don't have a moment of quiet til after midnight.
Sometimes lessons are late and awkward, but we teach them anyway because better late than never is more serious with life than with sweet peas.
Love your children by filtering what you post. Especially your teenagers. Sometimes, we forget, in the middle of them being so grown up, they aren't fully grown-up . . . with the tough shells we who are really grown up have.
. . . as I speak aloud these inherited loves, I realize the most important things I've learned from my mom never came from an actual lesson at all but from a life . . . and that the learning is still going on today.
I hear a lot of jokes about prescription drug abuse. Nearly every day, actually. People think it's funny to tease about being high after a dental visit. Or to jokingly ask if you can "score me some Vicodin." I'm not judging. I've made plenty of insensitive jokes myself about serious things. We joke about drugs because of course none …
Every time the summer Olympics roll around, I'm reminded of what I am not. I'm fairly certain my parents knew early on that I was not destined to be a great gymnast. I wasn't graceful, or bouncy or fearless -- or athletic -- at all. Like all little girls in 1976, I'd been mesmerized by …