It’s an absolutely gorgeous day, sitting in the 72 degree sunshine listening to Duran Duran while my Mom gets her second dose of the vaccine. Tomorrow is the anniversary of my last “normal” day - the girls went to school, I spent the morning in the office, then had lunch with friends on a similarly…
I want America to be great. But sometimes that’s hard to even visualize when I look at where we are today. What does great even mean? That word has been co-opted by people wearing red hats and I’m not even sure that the majority of them can define the greatness we used to have that…
Every single work blouse I have can be paired with jeans that are old and ripped. Work pants are unnecessary BS in my closet and in my life, taking up space where more cute and comfy tops could be. Breaks are way more important than I thought and I need to take them regardless of…
What makes a home is very simple: love and safety. Safety to be your whole self and to say anything, while knowing without a shadow of a doubt that you will always be unconditionally loved by the people there. It’s true when you’re 5 and when you’re 75. Home can be a house, apartment, tent,…
July 4 has me thinking about what it means to be a good American, and all my paths of thought seem to end with people who are really disappointing right now. It’s not that hard to be a good citizen, to be a good American, to be a good human. So why are we having…
I’m always wearing a mask. My most important learning of the last week was in those five words, spoken by a woman I admire and look up to and care about. I’m always wearing a mask. My heart sank. How can that be? I work closely with this person, and am in multiple meetings with…
Gratitude is a choice. A choice we make each day, each hour, each minute. And I fail at it sometimes. I may not feel gratitude in this or any specific moment, but I am still capable of choosing what I want my mind to focus on and expressing gratitude. Today I am grateful for mornings…
It’s the first day of school and I’m up before the sun, hours before any alarms go off, excited about your year ahead and praying for your year ahead. Each year of school brings so many new milestones, from new kinds of math to discoveries about yourself to lessons about people and relationships. As your…
Twas the night before the night before Christmas, and my children were nestled all snug in my bed while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads. Well not sugar plums, likely Skittles. And not beds, but bed. But you get the idea. Two nights ago I was in the middle of my giant king-sized…
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