I keep staring at the red chair,its back fading in the sunlit window—little to be done about that,or the emptiness left behind.An outline, a trace,an indentation where he last sat.It’s my chair, but I never sit there.That’s his place when he’s here—except for times he slides in next to me,leaning on my shoulder,resting his head…
Spaces Between
Each night when I slide into bed,or with each “good morning” text,or when I sit on the yellow couchfacing the vacant red chair—I miss him.But then I hear the giggles,watch her sign “more,”or say “oh-oh” when something fallsbefore declaring she’s “all done.”I am glad to be here.Family game nights,Independence Day cookouts,and splash daysin the hot…
The Sunday Post: International Connections
I’m back from a nearly week-long visit to corporate headquarters for the annual marketing meeting. As much as I may whine about the jet lag and the heat wave we experienced last week (made even more whine-worthy by the lack of A/C everywhere, including our hotel rooms), I’m feeling very grateful for the opportunity to…
Vision Board Bingo
A while back I saw someone’s take on Vision Board Bingo; I believe it was on Threads. This person had create a Bingo card for themselves with things they wanted to do, achieve, strive for, whatever for each quarter of 2026. It seemed like an actionable way to visualize what they hoped to accomplish this…
The Sunday Post: Sticky Note
Happiness is acceptance of where you are. I heard this at a marketing event, of all places.I wrote it on a sticky note and put it on my screen. I’ve heard this, or similar mantras before.I’ve considered it, and I can see its merit,But don’t think I really bought in.This past year has not been…