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December 2016.   We’re already here.   No, We’re finally here.   To be honest, I’m not sure which way I lean. All I know is that when I went to peek ahead at the hanging calendar I was met with nothing but bare wall. I had two immediate thoughts: “I need to get a new calendar” and “Now what?”… Read more →

My Whole Person

  Like most kids, I spent a lot of my childhood playing pretend. I would gather random items from around the house to help me become whatever character my mind dreamed up. This meant I got to be whatever I wanted to be. An imagination allowed me to because a doctor without a degree. I was a bus driver. I’d… Read more →

Puzzles

  There was a time I loved doing puzzles. Growing up in Alaska meant that the summer days were long and glorious. My childhood was spent driving hours out into the middle of nowhere. We drenched ourselves in Deet as we made our way through the thick trees until we found my dad’s favorite fishing spot. We would celebrate arriving… Read more →

My Life As A Hoarder

  Somedays I’ll find myself binge watching episodes of Hoarders. I’ll watch in horror and wonder as these stranger’s stories unfold in front of me. Each episode starts out the same. A person will stare into the camera and introduce themselves. They’ll warmly smile as they confidently say their name. And for that brief moment, I forget that the person… Read more →

Vague Love

  I am a communicator. Just ask any teacher who has had me in their class. I love to talk. I value connection. I adore people. One of my top five strengths according to the book Strength Finders is Communication (and another is Woo – winning others over). Perhaps this is why I’m so drawn to writing. I thoroughly enjoy… Read more →

What a Dead Plant Revealed About My Life

  I hope this doesn’t come across as just another mother bragging on her kid, but my child is a pretty big deal. My daughter is a dancer. She is a singer. She is a teacher AND a doctor. She is also an actress. She is a self proclaimed rockstar. She has accomplished this much because she is fearless. She… Read more →

On Feeling Pain

  Years ago I remember seeing some story on a talk show about a girl who didn’t feel pain. She had some sort of rare disease where you could literally pinch her or scratch her and she wouldn’t feel a thing. They were playing sad music in the background as though this was some sort of real struggle. This confused… Read more →