Some Days, It’s Bumpy

Some days, the profound and poetic surface in everyday moments.  Powerful, poignant pockets of life, remarkable in their simplicity. My family is navigating a big transition.  There’s been an undercurrent swirling for some time but we only just realized the shift.  Like when you’re splashing and frolicking in the salty waves on a hot, sunny... Continue Reading →

Some Days, We See Patterns

Pete and Repeat sat on a wall.  Pete fell off.  Who was left?  Repeat. Pete and Repeat sat on a wall… Do you remember that joke from when you were a kid?  The one that never ended until something finally gave and there was some kind of forced interjection?  “Enough already!  Let’s go jump rope!” ... Continue Reading →

Some Days, We Go High

“This above all: to thine own self be true…”- William Shakespeare, Hamlet “It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.  The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face... Continue Reading →

Some Days, I’m Bored

What is your relationship with free time?  Truly free free time?  When is the last time you’ve had it?  What happened when you did? At the beginning of the year, I came back from two weeks away unplugged.  Upon return, people asked how my time was.  (As they are wont to do.)  I am not... Continue Reading →

Some Days, We Chase Shadows

We adopted Bubbles in July.  The sanctuary estimated she was born on Valentine’s Day, which was fitting given she exudes love from every inch of her.  This would make her just over five months old then.  Just over 10 months now. Turns out, her name was fitting too.  She was effervescence embodied from the moment... Continue Reading →

Some Days, I’m Aglow with Gratitude

Two years ago, my eager anticipation of Thanksgiving was also a cautious countdown to a meaningful surgery I would have the Monday afterwards.  I was scared.  Of the surgery and what it might uncover.  Of getting COVID in the interim and having to push things out.  Of the unknown.  Of all the things so far... Continue Reading →

Some Days, We Are Cosmically Jet-Lagged

I wake up.  Groggy and disoriented.  I lift my black cotton eye mask.  The cabin is still dark.  That hard to articulate no-noise noise of wearing earplugs on a plane reverberating in my head.  Like I am under water.  A combination of pressure and loud quiet.  Swimming around in my own little universe.  Not sure... Continue Reading →

Some Days, We Rock

Wondering…  About that part inside of ourselves that longs to rock…  Does everyone have one?  Is the difference only in degree and stylistic preference?  The extent to which we let it be seen?  Let it loose?  Does anyone not have an experience from their early years when they turned up their favorite song and just... Continue Reading →

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