I remember being pushed on a merry-go-round as a child. At first, it was thrilling. But as the speed picked up and the world began to spin faster, I wanted to stop. The person pushing, however, lau
Author: Roxanne
Walking the Alley: a more honest view
The other day, I chose to walk down the alley instead of the street. Skipping the manicured lawns and curated curb appeal, I saw the neighborhood from a completely different perspective.
Finding Hope in Perpetual Intermission
I made a mistake. I watched Wicked, the movie, before seeing the musical. What I didn’t realize at the time is that the film only tells the first half of the story. The second half will be releas
Recycled Memories that Make the Heart Dance
The sun blazed overhead, so we made our way to the river. The water offered a refreshing contrast to the scorching heat, and the trees along the bank provided cool, shady refuge. It was a perfect e
Learning to Love My Reflection
For years now, I’ve wrestled with wanting to feel beautiful without all of the extras. That feeling still escapes me most days.
Finding My Way Back: Not Alone
In that moment of stress and self-criticism, I reached for what I needed: connection. I picked up the phone.
A Delayed Start and a Beautiful Reminder
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.
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