Finding our Way
You know how sometimes in a rush hour time you find that sweet spot?–that perfect timing that lets you slide right into traffic and move
You know how sometimes in a rush hour time you find that sweet spot?–that perfect timing that lets you slide right into traffic and move
I’ve been out of town for awhile. In Chicago with my son as he has (beautifully) navigates a complicated jaw surgery. We’ve known this was
It feels pertinent to look back as I set intentions for the new year. Again and again, I find that the word that rises to the
“How are we so busy?” a friend and I said to one another recently, “how is it that we cannot seem to find time to
She came into our lives as a surprise. We weren’t in the market for a new kitten but as she gazed out of the blanket
It is in the letting go that we are found. I’ve been thinking a lot lately of all of those things we hang on to.
The neighbors were lined up at the house across the street this morning. A sign in the window said “Estate Sale 9-3”. It was 8:30.
Wednesday night I’d planned to be alone. Alone. An introvert at heart, I crave this solitude at times to recharge my batteries, to let my mind
The sun warmed our skin, the water lapped around our feet as we walked the shore of Lake Michigan. Late July and the water finally
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