Being Here

  You know how you have a plan and you just want to stick with it at all cost?  That is how this year has felt for most of us.  We just want to do our thing, plow through it and get to the other side.  We have all given up so much.  This blog…

Graduation Day!

Our oldest daughter is graduating Physician Assistant school today.  There will be no pomp and circumstance and  there will be no formal send off.  They just finished their rotations, took their final exams and left the building.  Yes, she still has to take boards and get her license, etc..but after being in school forever she…

Fun as a Non-Negotiable

As I felt my Sunday-osis kicking in yesterday it occurred to me that there is an approach I frequently have to life that may be far more habitual than intentional. I have a habit of just grinding it out, whatever it is, because I know that I can. More than a year ago, in a…

Helpless

“When you’re my age, I hope the world is kinder than it seems to be right now.  And I hope the front page isn’t just a reminder of how we keep letting each other down.”  When You’re My Age, Lori McKenna, Liz Rose & Hillary Lindsey As I sat and listened to the lyrics of…

Missing You

I saw a photo on Instagram that @justinbaldoni posted about a week ago.  It captured the back view of a  couple jumping off of a pier holding hands and let’s just say they had weathered some years in those bodies.  His post was mostly about the “ache” we wrote about a couple of weeks ago;…

Our Life Force

My fingers were poised over the keyboard, just like my piano teacher taught me, and I nearly typed the sentence: It’s been a week… And quickly before the thought got from my brain to my fingers, it got caught up in my funny bone because, really?! It’s been far more than a week! When I…

Bake Something…

Being Alive is clearly so very many things. So many, many, many things. These days it feels like the list is so epically long that it’s too hard to handle or keep track of it. And part of the reason for that is that we are so invested in “keeping on, keeping on.” I heard…

Aching to Be Alive

  The time since mid-March has felt like a very long, dirt road with so many potholes that I’ve lost count. I know we have been doing more things and seeing people, eating on the patios, but things don’t feel the same. I’m tired of cooking, doing curbside dining, describing my car to Qdoba and…