WHAT’S NEXT STARTS NOW
I’m not naturally a patient person. Instead of “get well soon,” I send “GET WELL NOW” cards. I’ve learned to be more patient with others — to give them space and time to be themselves and do things at their…
THE SEA COMPLAINS UPON A THOUSAND SHORES
“Any fool can criticize, condemn, and complain. And most fools do.” — Dale Carnegie Most advice about complaining boils down to: Don’t. Stop. I found lots of quotes from very smart people counseling strongly against it. Conventional wisdom holds that…
CHEESE & MAC
Thanks to the clever (and sometimes surprisingly saucy) Merriam-Webster Instagram account, I learned a linguistic term this week: irreversible binomials. An irreversible binomial is a pair of words that we’re used to hearing and saying in a particular order. In…
UPON A STAR
“I wish…” These words can start something. We’ve got to be mindful because, if we don’t watch out, what these words can start is a sense of woulda-coulda-shoulda. They can start us regretting, which is mostly a dis-empowering relationship to…
ASSUME THE POSITION
It’s a weird time to be alive. I guess time and life are always weird in one way or another, but things feel especially discombobulating now. Today, we have unprecedented access to information and knowledge, but at the same time…
ONE DAY/DAY ONE
We had a exceptionally relaxing vacation in Scottsdale last week. I knew it was overdue, but man oh man, I didn’t realize how desperately I needed this utter downtime. I floated in a swimming pool for four exquisite days, my…
WIGGLE ROOM
I don’t know where I heard this metaphor about grief: that it’s like a ball in a box with a button inside. The button is an emotional “trigger.” When loss is fresh and raw, it’s as if the ball and…
DON’T JUST DO SOMETHING, STAND THERE
I’m a people-person. Basically, I like my fellow humans and, usually, I’m pretty good with them. I’m good at reading a room, intuiting the various vibes, and finding an effective way of maneuvering through and with all the personalities in…
CARRY ON
My first memory is of my father. It was a little over a month before my third birthday. He woke me in the middle of the night, with an air of hushed excitement, and carried me across the street to…
POINT OF PRIDE
Several years ago, I wrote an affirmation to share on a Sunday morning. It’s still one of my favorites: Yes, as a matter of fact, I am God’s gift to the world.And so are we all. I don’t remember what,…