What Really Matters

It seems like we expend an awful lot of energy trying to “fit in”, which can mean a lot of different things depending on where you are right now. It changes significantly depending on who you’re with and is often fueled by the winds of just a few. I’m also aware that many of us […]

The Big Blue Vase

Growing up, I didn’t have a lot of “things”, so what I did have mattered—including my plastic doll named Sharon. The first time she started falling apart, my Dad put her back together with electrical tape. Over the next couple of years, she required quite a bit of that black tape. Did I think that made Sharon […]

Material World

Scenario 1: You’ve had a really stressful day: You worked overtime (or over-volunteered), got drenched in a downpour running into the grocery store for dinner because everyone’s screaming,” what’s for dinner?” and, when you finally get home, walk into a house that’s a mess, disorganized, in disrepair and just plain sad. You think, “what the heck am I […]

Singing, Pain, Tolerance, Dust

Singing   As the sun rose, I sat facing the garden. The trunk of the majestic locust tree was on the right, the branches of the stately pines, heavy with newly fallen snow were on the left. Nature was singing. I felt small—not only physically. I felt my incorporeal smallness. I thought about an evening when […]

God, Lasagna and Peace

“God, Lasagna and Peace” was originally posted in 2013. Today, with the sun shining and a special place in my heart for both of my precious grandchildren, I’d like to share this one again.  From 2013: In our humanness, we often get caught up in the “things of this world.” That’s typical. (I use “typical” […]

The Building Blocks of a Peaceful Home

I’m convinced “peaceful” doesn’t just happen, not with people or relationships or careers and definitely not with homes. I know people who always seem frantic and stressed (and I’ve been there more often than I like to admit) and I know people who seem to actually “float” through their lives buoyed by an endless stream […]

Laughter in a Cape Cod

What usually seems like just yesterday (but sometimes feels like so long ago), I was a young, single mother raising two beautiful daughters. We were—by the standards we in North America judge wealth—poor. I didn’t make a lot of money. I was putting myself through college at night—I often joke I was on the “20-year plan”. […]