Why you might want to consider being a ditch digger …

Don’t laugh. Really. I beg of you … though you probably will … and that’s OK. At least I know I will have made someone else smile today … When I was growing up I, unlike most of the other middle-class girls in my neighborhood, did not want to be a princess. Nope. Not me….

Why didn’t someone tell me the stove was hot?!

You know that moment in time when everything stops— well, not literally. Not like it did when Lois Lane fell down the crack in the Earth and Superman used his supersonic speed to fly around the globe and erase time. More like it does it when you have an ah ha moment … like a…

An ode to the Lunch Lady

I’ve never been a fan of lunch―mostly because the lunch lady that ran the kitchen in my elementary school and her fingerprints. She was nice enough, I suppose. I mean I don’t have any strange or scary memories of run-ins with her or any one of the women that made my midday meals, Monday through…

Have you ever stopped believing in someone? In you? In goodness?

When is too much TOO much? When do human beings stop? When do we stop being someone else’s everything? Be it a friend, a mother, a spouse, a mentor, a companion in this crazy world — when does the last straw become the last straw? When do we stop believing in ourselves, in someone else?? 

And now, abortion …

I used to be opinionated. Dogmatic, if you will. When I was younger I voiced my opinions and never thought much about why I felt the way I did – or  why I thought I felt as I said I did. But now. Now that I am older, I look back and realize I claimed to…

Why all kids should be involved in sports —

I’m lucky I was an athlete. And I am blessed to have children that are also athletes. Not just because of their impending success, but because of the failures. And even more so, for all the friendships made on the field, on the track, on the court — for those friends that carried me through…

Girl Scout Cookie Survivor Guide 101

I HAVE A REQUEST … to all those parents of a cute-pixie-haired (or pony-tailed) daughter donning one of those green uniforms — you know, the ones with sashes covered in patches that read “Junior Crafter” or “Cadette Woodworker” or “Senior Locavore” … could you please, restrain them from bombarding me with anymore requests to purchase…

Today, of all days, please smile at a stranger …

I don’t read as many blogs — or books, or news sites, or magazines for that matter — as I’d like to. Mostly, I suppose, because when I find I have time to read for pleasure, I’ve already done so much reading and so much research that my brain begs for stillness. So rather than…

My future under Friday Night Lights

“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.” ― Ralph Waldo…