I Must Go

We were not born hating. We were born of love and made in the image of LOVE. And, for love to win in these horrifying days, we have to be willing to step out of the boat - to rise up out of our comfort zones and speak love to hate, to DO justice, to show our children, and our brothers and sisters of color that love does indeed come more naturally to the human heart than its opposite. 

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Let Go and Remember

I’m all for the year in rearview - keep your eyes forward and aim yourself towards the journey ahead, but glance back every now and then, and remember...

do the hustle

What keeps you awake at night? For me, it’s a million things but most prevalently what haunts me during the nighttime hours are conversations - replayed over and over and over - word for word - did I say that right? I wonder if that made any sense. I didn’t communicate that very well. I... Continue Reading →

becoming real

    Exactly one year ago today, I was cleaning out my garage preparing to move. It was really hot. I mean: it was REALLY hot. I had set my alarm for noon - work 9:00 to noon - that was my commitment to myself. At noon I made my way into the kitchen, turned... Continue Reading →

I must be brave

I’m a coward. Really. It’s taken me a long to time accept and admit that when it comes to saying hard things, I’m an honest to goodness coward. I keep seeing posts and articles from writers and activists and everyday ordinaries who are speaking difficult words into difficult and often hostile spaces. And I have... Continue Reading →

Are You Happy?

I was visiting with a friend the other day who was expressing some concern about her not very motivated kid. She said, “I can’t tell if he’s happy or not.” It got me to thinking about what it means to be happy and whether we have the courage to examine our own happiness. I know,... Continue Reading →

To all the Single Ladies

Valentine's Day. It's the most dreaded day for so many singles. I can remember in grade school hating to walk by the school office on Valentine's Day, knowing that many of my friends would have balloons and stuffed animals, flowers and candy waiting on them, expressions of adoration from their beloveds. *Sigh.* I was never... Continue Reading →

confession…

They say confession is good for the soul. I’m not sure who “they” are, but my soul needs some good and I need to confess a few things. First of all, I’m terrible at blogging. I had all these big ideas about tapping into my midlife awakening and my creative celebration of my 40th year,... Continue Reading →

The Inaugural Feast on Forty

I mentioned two posts ago that I'm planning a year long celebration of my 40th birthday (#feastingonforty). Well, yesterday was the big kick off, and I kicked it off with a few of my favorite things. For starters, I went to a local bakery and picked up a loaf of the yummiest ever cinnamon swirl bread... Continue Reading →

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