It’s camping season, and I love everything about it. From the open road on the way to a new destination to the quiet evenings around a campfire, this time of year always feels restorative.
Author: Roxanne
Lists that Make Life Matter
I’ve always loved the 2007 movie The Bucket List with Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman. More recently, I watched the Netflix movie Life List, a light-hearted romantic comedy with a different tak
Learning to Live in the Tension
Her words have been echoing through my mind, circling like a gentle but persistent breeze that won’t settle. And I keep asking myself–can that really be true? Can two things be true at once?
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Letting go of Chopsticks: What am I mentally rehearsing?
I played the piano and the clarinet when I was a kid. These days that skill is mostly forgotten–except for a handful of memorized songs I can still peck out on a piano. If I picked up a clarinet
Seeds, Weeds, and Weights: What Grows from Grit
Warm weather nudged me outside to tackle some long-overdue yard work. A garden spot I created during the pandemic had begun demanding some attention. I needed to plant grass seed early this spring
Beauty from Ashes: Wrestling with loss and renewal
How can something so horrific have such an earthy, almost sweet scent? How could devastation be so quickly clothed in green new life? My mind wants to rebel against the idea, yet I couldn’t help
Reframing Rejection: The gift in being told “no”
When was the last time you were told “no”? As a two year old, I might have argued with a defiant “yes,” burst into tears, or even thrown myself on the floor, kicking and screaming. But as a
The Gift of Receiving: It was just what I needed
And then, we prepared for a hike. It started a flurry of motion–backpacks packed with water and snacks, layers gathered, every detail handled. But this time, I wasn’t the one orchestrating it a
Beyond the Bracket: Embracing Life’s Full Spectrum
Recently, while filling out a March Madness bracket, I was acutely aware of the either/or mindset it requires. I had to select one team or another, one business or another–forcing a black and whi
The Blinking Cursor and the Unspoken Struggles
The cursor blinks, nudging me as if to say, Write something. The white page stares back–stark, blank and a little overwhelming.