In Which Our Heroine Reflects on Being a Mom to Older Kids and Adults In Addition to Going Absolutely Metaphor Crazy

I don’t know…life is hard you guys. It is the day after Labor Day, and the three day weekend was such a roller coaster, I think I have vertigo. Nothing super major happened I guess, but my children are all getting older and I find my role changing. No longer the center of their universe,

Coronadiary: Father’s Day, Every Day

I’m waiting in the car in the parking lot of a suburban strip mall. I just took off the paper mask and plastic gloves I wore to go inside the medical building and help my 90-year-old father find suite 200, where his eye doctor is located. I used my elbow to call for the elevator

Sunny Side Up

Well, the Great American Eclipse of 2017 is over, and I hope everyone’s eyeballs lived to peep another day. We didn’t have totality here in Batsville. I did have several friends who traveled to parts south to see the total eclipse (cue the Bonnie Tyler, and just when you thought you’d ejected that particular earworm!), and

It’s in the (Hockey) Bag

Valentine’s Day, 2016 Dear Moose, Your playdown game will start in just under 3 hours. I know your whole team is both excited and nervous for this important game against Fond du Lac. If you win, you’re headed to State! If not, well, everyone will be disappointed. And that’s ok! It’s ok to be sad

Taking out the Trash, Ash Wednesday Edition

“Do you like Lent?” my nine-year-old asked me this morning. “Yes, I do,” I answered, and anticipating the inevitable ‘why,’ I continued. “I like it because it’s a time of year where it’s a little easier to focus on being a good person,” but he was already at the table with a mouthful of bagel

I Have Psoriasis and Why You Should Care

I received an unpleasant diagnosis yesterday. Not a terrible one, and not a particularly scary one, but a real, uncurable, and frankly, kind of icky one. I have psoriasis, which is thought to be an auto-immune disorder of the skin. A real, live disease – golly! (You know that expression “God only gives you as

Ujjayi Breath and the Burden of Being Human

My breath is ragged and uneven, here a grunt and there a gasp. My mind wanders, to grocery lists and carpools, to doctors’ appointments and dinner plans, but I reign it back in, and try, for the umpteenth time, to smooth out my exhalation, to lengthen my inhalation…to yoke my breath to my movement to

Cultivating Joy

Last fall, Lucy and I planted 200 tulip bulbs. Tulips are my very favorite flower, and have been since at least high school, which may be the longest I’ve ever gone without changing my mind about something. It was a sunny September day with a bite in the air, and we knelt down in the

Dialing Down the Crazy…a True Story of Ash Wednesday, Yoga and Gilbert & Sullivan

Aaaaaaaand it’s Ash Wednesday again – my blogiversary, and the beginning of perhaps my favorite church season, Lent. I was sort of stumped on what to write about, to tell you the truth, but determined to think of something since Ash Wednesday is evidently THE ONLY day I won’t let pass without a blog post,

Where Joy Resides

My oldest child is in another professional play. She’s having a good season, it must be said. She had just finished one play when she started rehearsals for the next gig. Like seriously, the very next day. And she’s been spending HOURS downtown at rehearsal. My life, for the next two months, is chaffeusing. (I