How did I get to the middle without realizing I was on the edge? How did I enter this quagmire of parenting a teen without realizing what I was headed towards? Did I miss the signs? Is it like the odd time I missed using a box of hand me down clothes because my kid had outgrown them by the time I … [Read more...] about The Jungle Called 'Teenagedom'
How do we live with the ying and the yang that lives inside all of us? The disparate parts of ourselves. The parts that conflict. The puzzle pieces that don't fit together because they're from different puzzles. I like boxes. Little ones. Wooden ones. Carved ones. The ones that fancy jewelry … [Read more...] about Dancing with Dichotomy
On this first day of 2010 I'm thinking about destinations. Specifically where we're headed with hard work. Where our passion's home port is. Where the fuel that fires us up leads us towards. With a bit of luck, a lot of hard work we get to find our passion, our element as Sir Ken Robinson calls … [Read more...] about Destination passion
Never doubt that there are spirits alternately laughing at and with you, supporting you, egging you on, helping you walk on eggs and sometimes throwing egg in your face. After my last post about feeling the angsty-post-Christmas blues I simply had to laugh at this over the top take on privilege in … [Read more...] about Perspective & the Problems of Privilege part 2
The house is a mess. The kids have been watching too much TV. I've been eating too much Christmas chocolate. The effects of Christmas (a.k.a. gift wrap, decorations, gifts, extra food) are strewn around the house like land bound flotsam and jetsam. I'm feeling argumentative and frustrated and … [Read more...] about Perspective & the Problems of Privilege
'Tis the season to sweat about gifts. What to buy for who. Bumping elbows in sardine packed malls is the norm. For many, later today recycling bins will be overflowing with torn gift wrap. Piles of gifts will have been opened. Stuffed stomachs will vie for space on couches equally stuffed with … [Read more...] about Thanks for the gifts: grace under grit and reducing baggage
It's my birthday today. I'm 44 according to my passport. Biologically though I'm 39 or so realage.com says. Real age is all about "living life to the youngest" and has the backing of Dr. Oz who sits on their advisory board. Harness a bit of patience, go the website, answer all sorts of questions … [Read more...] about What's your biological age? And does it match your passport?
A good friend just moved to Scotland. My monthly dancing 'date' in fact. As I thought about her during the weekend of her trans-Atlantic move and pondered heading out to the dance floor on my own, I wondered about in-between time. During a big move there's a time when one has no electronic … [Read more...] about What grows in the in-between time?
It's late at night now. I've gone to bed once but got up as the words to this post were calling. I was supposed to spend this weekend on my own. Blissfully alone. Quietly alone. Then I got a call early this morning that one of my kids was sick and would I come and pick him up at his Scout camp. … [Read more...] about Fall on my knees