More At Peace

I will always be perplexed as to why hair is so deeply tied to our identity.  I also wonder why haircuts, new coloring, or any significant change throws me back to Junior High.  I am my body. I am more than my body.  But my hair sometimes seems more than me.   I couldn’t believe what I was seeing…

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My Stroke

I stared at the round objects I cradled in my hand.  Now, what were they?  Why was I holding them?  They looked so familiar – but what was I to do with them? Still in my pj’s, I wondered, maybe John would know. I’ll just ask him.  I looked around for John, the still dashing Naval…

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Tattoos or no Tattoos

There are a few things about aging that have surprised me. They are the ones I’ve noticed today that I am sure were not there yesterday. Aging can be as simple as the deepening fine lines around my eyes or the wrinkling of skin on my once taut thighs. I have to admit that the…

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Crown of Splendor

Do you remember the moment you first discovered a gray hair? I do. It was a Sunday morning, just shy of my first wedding anniversary. My husband and I were spending some time at my parents’ house before moving across the Pacific Ocean. Four weeks earlier, on April 29, I’d given birth to my daughter.…

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Burning life scripts.

“I’ll never pierce my cartilage. That is just gross.” I said the words to my mother and sister with the absolute, undeniable certainty every 15-year-old possesses.

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Poetry, Donuts, and the Meaning of Life

Introduction to Poetry by Billy Collins I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide

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Breathing In Grace

I felt foolish. I tried to not take her remark too “severely” into my heart. It wouldn’t have been good to myself given the rigorous day ahead. This poised and beautiful woman ardently said that she wasn’t fifty years old! “Oh, I am sorry,” I apologized. “I must have heard wrong. You have five children?…

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Living Into Grace

Recently a friend invited me to consider, “What would living into a season of grace be like for me?” I felt stymied as I began to wonder, “What if that were even possible?”

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