The door is open again

The door is open again

I’ve written about the beauty and joy of closed doors in my house. Specifically of the beauty and joy when the door to my daughter’s bedroom is closed. Because when it’s closed, she’s home. She may be shut inside her room with a friend and I’d feel guilty knocking to...
Choose to be here

Choose to be here

I was meditating the other day. It’s been a while since I’ve sat intentionally to meditate, and although I try and stay mindful moment to moment (okay, I catch myself and return to being, or trying to be, mindful moment to moment), I thought that intentional, actual...
I refuse to believe it

I refuse to believe it

I read an article a few months ago about childhood trauma. Well, actually I saw the headline, read the first paragraph, and decided not to read any further. Early childhood trauma is difficult – or actually impossible – to recover from. That’s the essence of what the...
Sweat the small stuff

Sweat the small stuff

Okay, I know that’s contrary. Those who know me well know I like to be contrary. Richard Carlson has sold millions (and millions) of copies of his book, Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff…and It’s All Small Stuff. And rightly so, because his message is spot-on and important...