Walking in Gratitude
It’s a chilly clear morning here in Wisconsin but no doubt, spring is inching its way in. I started out on my walk, my feet
It’s a chilly clear morning here in Wisconsin but no doubt, spring is inching its way in. I started out on my walk, my feet
It’s Father’s Day, Dad. We didn’t make a big deal about it when I was growing up…those were your wishes. A quiet man, and always
The heady aroma of fading lilacs fills my nose in batches–in and out of clouds of fragrance. After the recent rains the earth is jungle-y–lush
Sitting in the space where my dad always sat I was given a new view of enough.
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
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