Today is my son’s 23rd birthday. It’s incredible how quickly time flies and just gets away from you when you’re not paying attention. It still feels like I was pacing around the office, taking my shoes off when I thought I could get away with it, wondering what I could do to induce labor and…
Category: The Sunday Post
The Sunday Post: Back to Work
And just like that, vacation is almost over. Sigh. I’ve spent the past two weeks basking in sunshine and laziness. I’ve had a few days that felt pretty ordinary, spent doing chores such as laundry, grocery shopping, and cleaning the bathroom. But there were also days spent walking in the park, drinking coffee from a…
The Sunday Post: A Letter to my 14-Year Old Self
I know you’re scared —to take chances, to look foolish, to be yourself outside the safety of your room. It’s okay. Most everyone is. But I know you want to do all those things. You called that boy you like but have no idea what to do next. It’s much easier to talk, to take…
The Sunday Post: Right on Target
This morning my daughter and I had brunch together and talked about wedding plans, friendships, relationships, you know… mother-daughter stuff. What better way to follow that up than with … a Target run! I needed a couple things, she needed a couple things… As we were standing in the bathroom accessories aisle I remembered standing…
The Sunday Post: Reset
Every Sunday I expect at least two or three emails in my inbox that are not promotional emails with the latest sale or discount code for one of the sites I’ve allowed to have my email address. The first is the weekly “love letter” from the Yoga with Adriene site and it includes words of…
The Sunday Post: Obligations
I’m sitting on my couch with an afghan on my lap and a watered-down Paloma in front of me on the coffee table, and the cursor on the screen in front of me is yelling, each blink accusing me of negligence. (Yes, I realize it’s August and there’s no need for the blanket on my…
The Sunday Post: Surrounded
This will be short and sweet today. Not because I don’t have much to write about, but because I’m a little tired (it was Zumba day) and I will be headed out the door soon for dinner. While I was reading the book “The Chicken Sisters” last week I developed a craving for fried chicken….
The Sunday Post: Send me Dead Flowers
How is it August already? I can’t say it doesn’t feel like the dog days of summer, though. I like to sit outside as much as possible but lately if I don’t get out there first thing it’s too warm to sit out on either balcony for very long. It’s noon now and I’m out…