This Beautiful, Complicated Story
I shared a special photograph on facebook this week. My son, a small smile, and a slice of warm, wheat bread. After nine years with no bread or pizza crust, no pasta or ice cream cones, our boy successfully completed a food challenge for wheat at the children's hospital. No more allergy. I started baking bread the very next day. ...
Life Right Now
Has turned a corner and is picking up speed. The trees are racing to drop their leaves. Everything is sunset colored. Only the evergreen trees stand still and unchangeable. They do not rush about seizing the day. I do rush about but mostly regret that by nightfall. Strange, how all the hurry never seems to amount to much other than a headache....
Why I Am Grateful For Halloween
I wrote these words exactly one year ago. Today, we will carve pumpkins, adjust costumes, and pull the old decorations from the basement. The boys made a scarecrow last week, but he still needs a pumpkin head. The kids are so much taller, and Elsa is old enough now to refuse the costume we chose for her. But so much is the same. These words...
Trying To Survive My Favorite Month
It was the time between the lights when colours undergo their intensification and purples and golds burn in window-panes like the beat of an excitable heart; when for some reason the beauty of the world … which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder. – Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own...
Bandersnatch (A Guest Post)
My friend Erika Morrison is an unconventional soul. But hers isn't the sort of uniqueness to make the rest of us feel dull. Rather, she has that special knack for helping everyone around her to wake up and be more themselves. Her new book Bandersnatch: An Invitation to Explore Your Unconventional Soul is out today. I am so pleased to host...
Life Right Now
(this post contains affiliate links) Is green edged with gold. It is the first official day of autumn, but we have been observing its approach for weeks. The lingering heat and humidity made us doubt our eyes. Now that the air has shifted, now that we have retrieved our jackets from the back of the wardrobe, we cannot tell ourselves...