Mine eyes have seen the glory. And it kind of looks like the splendid months of July and August. Let me be the teacher to say it out loud: summer can’t come fast enough. And not just for the hot, sunny weather, Netflix and Freezies. You know how all you parents out there can’t wait …
We were born for this. This journey, this life adventure. This journey on which we travel in and out of days and weeks and months and years. In and out of seasons. We were born for this quest. Were born for the highs and lows, the twists and turns. The bends. The forks in the …
Teaching. Educating. Leading. Growing. Learning. Inspiring. I was born for this. Was born to this calling. Was born for such a time as this, for such a time as now. For such a time as five days a week, from 9-4. And then, for such a time as even more than boxed-in hours. For late …
Just do the next right thing. She walks the shoulder of the road, feet slapping pavement every once in a while. Light shining all around. Air fresh and clean with the on-again-off-again afternoon showers. And in the bushes, a rustling of some kind of small creature. A bird? A mouse? The fragrance of fresh-mown grass …
There are students at my school that sing to the teachers as we come in the school. This is what they sing: “Welcome to Blooooomfield!!!! Have a nice day! And I cannot help but think that these students have a really great way of looking at life…and a great perspective. And they remind me each …
Another day slips away. Time, relentless gritty granules in the proverbial sand timer. And here we all are. At different points in our journey. For which, each and every day when the evening closes into darkness, we take stock. Of where we are. From whence we’ve come. And where we are headed tomorrow. It is …
Today. I was reminded yet again. For what stands to be the thousandth time. (It is a lesson in progress.) That I do not know everyone’s story. Nor do I know all the reasons why or for what reason people do the things they do. And neither can I know all the minute and significant …
When I was a little girl, I lived in constant fear of never reaching adulthood. I imagined every common cold to be cancer. Every cut or bruise to be fatal. I feared dying at every turn. I would pray every night for God to ‘please, please’ see me through to the morning. From the dark …
39 ways to have a Beautiful Life…in celebration of my 39th birthday. 1. Breathe. Inhale fresh air from the great outdoors. Stop to smell the tree blossoms, pick a daisy, watch a bird in flight. Stay in the moment, slowing down enough to enjoy the simple things in life. 2. Jump. Jump on a trampoline, …
Thank Goodness, this week is coming to a close. What.a.time. Surviving the past seven days has put into perspective any and all consecutive bad days that I might have written about in the past weeks or months. And I refer to any and all bad days leading up to, but not including, those which occurred …
Love. It is the one thing life must be characterized by. But at times, the hardest thing to give. The most difficult offering to bring forward when we’ve been wronged. When we are wounded and hurting and desperate for justice. We say we love. But do we truly love…everyone? I know I have a long …
Post-Mother’s Day 2013 (survived!). And so here I am reflecting now, on a few of my favorite things. Mothers and holidays and good old-fashioned truth-telling. Blog style. And I got to thinking about motherhood. About the mothers I know and love, and about how each special mother, from those who are steady and patient to …