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December 1, 2018

Yesterday, as I counted how many weekends left to prepare for Christmas, I could feel the stress building as I wrote down the gifts I still needed to buy. It frustrated me to feel this way, but I couldn’t shake it, I wanted to make Christmas special. Argh! 
This morning, while walking down the stairs to catch the bus for work, I turned the corner and there it was, the Lynnwood Center Christmas tree in full glow!  Instantly, the memory pulled from the deep within, and like the aroma of baking g...

October 23, 2018

It was the close of a long day. The elevator was full by the time we stopped on the 5th floor, but the two women pushed their way in just the same. They immediately faced forward, and while staring ahead as if in a trance, the first woman said, "Do you ever feel like between work, family and other commitments, you are taking care of everyone but yourself." The second woman continued her gaze and with defeated tone replied, yep, every day, but I warrior on.

Wow, I thought to myself,...

November 11, 2017

I am sitting by the shore pleasuring in the lapping waves of indigo blue...and you come to mind. I'm not sure why, but I surmise that as I witness the beauty of nature, my mind searches for other such references. I pause with your image in the peripheral, and I wonder if you know, truly know, how beautiful you are? 

You shared that life is hard right now. I know this to be true. I also know security seems an illusion and all that was once familiar seems foreign; you are overwhelmed, and at times hopel...

April 10, 2017

He passed me each morning, eyes cutting my way as if falling upon a piece of annoying debris, lips muttering inaudible grumblings beneath overgrown beard and breath. Feeling a slight prick by his obvious disgust and dismissal, I met the invasion with a smile. How could I not, my spirit was full.

It was a Tuesday or maybe a Thursday…whichever, it was an ordinary day weeks into our routine encounter when he stopped before my window, looked down at me and exclaimed. “Don’t you ever think you can thump TH...

January 20, 2017

We weaved in and out of the little shops passing the time until we were to meet his parents for afternoon tea.  It caught my eye immediately. "Look at that beautiful necklace, I love everything it represents," I whispered. He leaned into me, "It's two pieces of fused metal, what does that represent"?

Really, I exclaimed, look at the shapes and angels, look at how the fusion creates the image of a door. I love doors, I went on, doors beckon us to explore, they invite and dare us to step beyond the...

December 3, 2016

I arrived home from work and in my mailbox was an envelope. It was addressed, simply enough, “Mommy”, followed by my address. I recognized the hand writing immediately, it was my middle daughter who was stationed overseas. My heart jumped  with excitement, I wanted to tear the envelope open and devour its content instantly, but chose instead, to savor the moment of discovery of what lie within the thin narrow sleeve. I lit the fireplace, put on comfy clothes, made myself a cup of cocoa and cuddled in...

Sheryl Sandberg shares this beautifully...choosing to seek, talk, and live in the positive - even if it's as simple as celebrating a day without rain -  is the core to getting through the pain of hard times. 
It doesn't make it go away, it doesn't make it easier...but, it gives you hope and the strength to carry on.

Sheryl Sandberg, the chief operating officer of Facebook and author of “Lean In,’’ delivered the commencement speech at the University of California, Berkeley, on Saturday. Below is a...

October 17, 2016

Dammit, 4:55am on a Monday is way too early to be accosted by a flood of taxi drivers yelling, "Taxi, Taxi, yellow cab"! And, guess what? Yep, it's Monday, again!

Like cattle, we herd our way down the long ramp that funnels from the ferry to the street. Shuffling heal to toe, I'd say we move through with a bit more decency than cows, but not much. As we arrive at the street, the ramp narrows to a five-foot width where Taxi drivers posturing for position, span the opening....

August 8, 2016

To a five-year-old, a birthday is an exciting time. The cake, the gifts, the singing…it’s magical! It was my sixth birthday and as the balloons danced in the wind ready to welcome my friends to my party I stared out the window and thought to myself — you will never be five again. Ever.

I recall sharing my experience with my mom, to which she responded, “That's right, you cannot go back, only forward. Maybe God is telling you something? He is always with us, and He will guide and teach us if...

July 29, 2016

I’m Reagan and this is Paris, I’m nine and she’s ten. Someone pick-pocketed her and we lost our seven dollars, Paris exclaimed as she pointed to Reagan. We want to earn a few bucks so we can go to Taco Bell, any chance you need some chores done? 

They were adorable; two blond hair bright eyed girls that shone with innocence and growing spirits of women to be.  I lifted my sunglasses and said, “Sure, how about pulling some weeds for me”?  Cool, they shrieked, where do we start? 

I led the...

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