I walked into the room to find a large electronically lit board with a full bingo table designed to randomly serve up numbered balls. The set up looked like something straight out of 1970, but I ne
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Stuffed to the Brim with the Things I Love
Have you ever had a week so stuffed to the brim that it felt like you didn’t even have time to breathe?
An Intention for the Year Ahead
A new year has arrived. It is busting at the seams with potential and opportunity. I have no New Year’s resolution this year. Instead, I hold the intention to fully embrace life as it comes.
Hands That Once Served, Now Receive
When my children come to visit, I’m surrounded by adults, my kids and their partners, who genuinely want to serve.
The biggest dream was never on my list
I have dreamed some big dreams in my lifetime, but none of them came true. And, I am grateful.
A life lived in full color where every emotion belongs
It breaks my heart that so many of us feel afraid or ashamed to cry. I’ve seen it again and again: the quick apology, the hope that no one noticed. Somewhere along the way we learned that tears m
More Than a Text: Learning to truly show up
The truth is that I struggle to pick up the phone and actually call someone. The thought of visiting a friend’s house or hospital room feels awkward and intimidating. Sending a text is easy. Show
The Glass-Like Lake: Choosing to Get Un-Disturbed
I flipped the page on the daily calendar and read the words: “Try to find a place where you are surrounded by the sounds of nature-a waterfall, the beach, a bird sanctuary, a place where the bamb
Spectacle and Soul: Remembering to Be Delighted
I learned that the Romans built elaborate sets on platforms that were pushed up ramps into the arena. To create the entertainment, exotic animals from around the empire as well as gladiators appear
What My Dad’s Bedtime Stories Taught Me
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