Small Shifts

The recovery has begun.  From anything I hear, this process is normal.  It doesn’t make it any easier, though, knowing that every one of the four hundred plus women who were at the Allume Conference last week is dealing with the same emotions and workload. We...

Something New

I’ve been fretting today about a conference I’m going to this week. It’s going to be amazing – I know it is, and I know without a doubt that I’m supposed to be there. But the fretting….well, it’s not unusual or unexpected, but...

On Stickers and Stories

I had an hour before I had to pick up my daughter from school, so I was leisurely perusing the aisles at Target. Having chaperoned her class trip to a pet store that morning, I needed a little grownup solitude before beginning the rest of my day. I discovered some...

For When We Just Don’t Know

It’s been two days since I heard his pitiful cry at the back door. It’s how he and I would begin our mornings, ever since he showed some discontent with his indoor living situation and became an indoor/outdoor kitty. I would turn on the light in the...

Ways Along the Way

When I was in kindergarten, we lived just a few blocks from the school. Every morning, after filling my little belly with rolled eggs (the rest of the world calls them omelets) and taming my thick hair into a top-knot ponytail, my mom would load my sister and me...