Wordsmatter
Words matter or word smatter? You decide.
The other side of the mountain
When I made plans to join my son in Colorado for a ski weekend, I envisioned days of swooshing gracefully down mountain slopes celebrated by nightly dips in the hot tub to soothe happily sore muscles. After all, I told myself, I'm in pretty good shape, I have great...
Promises, promises
The last time I wrote here, I made a bunch of promises--including a promise to write about the things I promised. Well, if you thought I forgot about that, you were wrong. I've been busy, albeit sporadically, trying to make good on those promises and learning lessons...
New beginnings
I have struggled mightily this holiday season. I can't say what brought it on or why it seemed to take hold so deeply, but I've been depressed and angry. I'll spare you the details; there's not much to tell anyway. I was just in a bad place. This morning my kids and I...
A few good men
Every day, I read about someone else's #MeToo experience. Stories abound of frat boy culture and locker room talk being excused or even nurtured in schools, the workplace--everywhere, really. Women still earn roughly 80 cents for every dollar of the salary of a man in...
Never, ever forget
Never forget. That's what everyone is posting today. Hashtags abound as the entire nation reflects on a shimmering September morning seventeen years ago when disaster struck in the form of maliciously-guided airplanes. Once in the north tower. A second time in...
Trading places
Earlier this week, a woman I admire bravely hugged her 14YO son goodbye as he set off on a European adventure. Underneath a healthy dose of momma-trepidation, she's thrilled for him to have this experience. We've had a few conversations about what he'll gain from it,...
Discography
For well over a year, maybe a year and a half, I've been plagued by a steadily worsening, sore shoulder. Some days it bothered me so much that it limited how far I could run, because even just holding up my arm was too much. Even so, I figured I could tough it out...
My checkered past
Reminiscing with my dad the other day, we started talking about the way different family members had shaped our lives--even through lessons they may have never intended to teach. Enter my grandpa. I was by far his favorite granddaughter--so what if I was the ONLY...
Splitting hairs
I work in a building full of office suites, and everyone on the same floor shares a restroom. Frequently, I cross paths there with a woman from a neighboring company, and she almost always comments on my hair--its thickness, the cut, the color. This woman always makes...
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