The Intentional Pursuit of Big Dreams
This fall, my husband and I decided to make good on a long-deferred Some Day. Some Day, we will take our son to UCLA for a fall football weekend. My alma mater. Games were an activity I admittedly did not partake in as much as I could have while I was there. However, to me,... Continue Reading →
“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 →
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 →
“Don’t doubt yourself, Mom.” Head tilted over the railing of his top bunk, sandy blond hair flopping on his suntanned forehead (did we remember sunscreen this week???), he said this with a grounded, matter of fact knowing as he looked down at me, curled-up on the lower bunk, tear escaping down my cheek. It was... Continue Reading →
I woke this morning, as I sometimes do, to the feeling of a presence standing near my bedside. As my eyes slowly opened and adjusted to the dark, I saw the faint outline of my son. I asked if he was okay. No. Bad dream. I could tell it had really shaken him. I said,... Continue Reading →
I’m just going to be real with you. The C word is scary. Even with a lower-case c and a maybe, it forces a pause. It puts things in perspective. We spend so much time fretting about the future that we can forget it is not guaranteed. I don’t mean for this to be grim... Continue Reading →