Some Days…

Some Days, It’s Just the Beginning

Twenty years ago, I kissed a handsome stranger I saw across the room at a holiday party and then shared an elevator with. The four years that followed were not your typical love story.  In fact, it would be almost that long before I truly understood I was living my own love story at all.…

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…

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…

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…

Some Days, It Feels Impossible

Some days, it feels impossible.  Like there is no right answer.  No good answer.  No path.  We look down the tunnel but cannot see the light. In these moments, we have to trust that following the thread, however thin and delicate, will lead to the highest good.  Trust the journey, if you will. When I…

Some Days, Everything Looks Better in the Morning

We came home.  To the end.  Of the world.   The long-awaited completion of the Lego masterpiece was thwarted.  Ruined.  Disaster.   One solitary piece.  Right in the middle of this labor of love.  Misplaced.     And, worse, its creator was far past the edge of exhaustion. Emotions ran high.  Devastation cut to the…

Some Days, There Are Seasons

I dream of days cozied up by the fire, watching the fall leaves change. Inspiration enveloping me as I delight in flow and write away the day in euphoric, creative bliss. Taking breaks only to enjoy hugs, cuddles and apple cider. But…not today. Today, we carry the wood for that fire. In fact, it has…

Some Days, We Subtract by Adding

My mom is a math teacher.  A beloved one, at that.  And I am the beneficiary of her brilliance and passion.  Perhaps not surprisingly, I am good at math.  Yet, I was an English major… While math sees the world through hard numbers, rules and predictable formulae with exclusively right and wrong answers, I see…

Some Days, I Have No Doubt

“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…

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