Anchored

“How’s the temp?” I yelled outside as my husband lit the grill to prep for dinner. “Chilly, but great.” That was all the encouragement I needed to bundle in my housecoat, pour a glass of red, and head outside. 63 degrees and sitting under swaying trees looks a lot different now than it did five…

I’M Possible

I recently witnessed one of my favorite authors experience some professional setbacks and disappointments. After wallowing for awhile, her colleague asked her, “what does this make possible?” It’s easier said than done. Isn’t it? There’s a note on my desk that mocks me: Create more. Consume less. I haven’t felt much like writing lately. I…

10% Heavyweight

I could lie and say I purposefully marked my calendar to plant all the things on Earth Day, but I didn’t. It was pure happenstance working out that way. My husband & I spent Easter with his family and my green-thumbed father-in-law gifted me with three eggplant seedlings, two cherry tomato plants and two Roma…

Little Lucky

One of the things about social media is that there’s always some sort of bandwagon on which to jump, some hashtag to follow, some challenge in which to participate. For the second year in a row, I’ve proudly declared myself a participant of #The100Day Project. (Between this and reading 100 Days to Brave, it’s like…

Be Still & Know

I am married to a TV guy. He literally works in video so his love of moving pictures comes as no shock. He even loves the news. And very large, very expensive televisions. I had to put my foot down with the 65″ hanging on our living room wall. [Sidenote: I just yelled downstairs to…

Internal v. External

Aren’t personality types fascinating? I have always thought so. Even my favorite sleepover activities as a kid included pouring over magazines and taking quizzes for hours on end. It’s no surprise that as the Enneagram┬árecently gained popularity in my corner of the world, that I would go all in with it, too. I am an…

Thief of Joy

Often times my mind will drift to things my younger self has said or done. Some memories make me giggle, reminding me that the same silly sense of humor exists, however deep inside. Other times, I cringe. Who knows why we do the things we do? Words have always come fairly easy for me. I…

Growing Pains

Do you remember the worst pain you’ve ever felt? Eight years ago, I opened my eyes in the comfort of my bed and felt something very wrong. My elbows were sore, my knees were stiff, and I couldn’t move my fingers. Later that day, my shoulders started aching and my wrists swelled. In less than…