My dad told the best bedtime stories. He made them up as he went, weaving magic into every word. The framework remained the same, but the details changed each night, as if the story had a life of i
Author: Roxanne
The Gift Behind the Imperfect Offering
Have you ever received a child’s gift? I remember the glimmer in his eye and the excitement in her smile. The creation-likely made from paper, glue, and love–didn’t carry much market value. B
Infinite Supply: More Than One Way to Be Loved
I am grateful for the reminder: love is not scarce. It’s always flowing–we just need to stay open to its many channels. Sometimes it comes in a wagging tail or wet doggie kiss. Other times, it
Where Love and Forgiveness Meet
We assured her that we loved her and it was okay to let go. We promised to love and take care of each other. With everything we knew to do complete, we said goodnight and went to bed–our final sl
Half-Full: A Practice, Not a Personality
The adage about the glass being half-full or half-empty is well-worn. When I look at a glass of water, I want to see that it is half-full. Yet in life, I often find myself reacting with a half-empt
Clear the Mechanism: Finding Stillness in a Noisy World
I’ve found my own version of “clear the mechanism”–paddle boarding. The moment I stand up on the board, the world begins to fade. I focus on breathing, balancing, paddling, and soaking in t
Holding on when I’m not in control
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
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