Category: Inspiration

The Art of the Comeback: Resilience

Shania Twain is on the cover of AARP this month. Yes, I’m a member, and, yes, I read the magazine. I hadn’t known what happened to her, but I certainly remember her meteoric rise in country music and can sing several of her toe-tapping,…

A Meaningless Life

“Read Ecclesiastes,” my friend said. “or as much of it as you can take. The message: Everything is meaningless. For me, that’s it. Full Stop.” So I read Ecclesiastes – or as much as I could take. I didn’t remember this chapter from my…

The End of a Decade

We are coming up to the end of the year which is wonderful reflective time, but we are also coming up to the end of a decade. This morning I was trying to recollect where I was at the beginning of this decade and…

Jolene, Soak Me in My Fear

“Does it seem to you that everybody is angry these days?” a friend from back home asked me on Snapchat. “Yes, they are,” I said. But I told him I had learned that anger is a secondary emotion. It’s the more powerful and confident…

Why Are We Lonely? #endloneliness

My friend Bonnie posted a link on Facebook that contained an image of a letter a 90-year-old woman wrote to a neighbor. She asked her if she would be her friend. All of her friends had died, and she was very lonely. It reminded…

Diminishing the Pain of Loss

A friend of mine was anticipating running into an old girlfriend this weekend. He was trying to set himself up to be successful in managing what could be a painful situation with some dignity. I am beginning to plan how to handle a tricky…

What’s On My Mind?

What’s on your mind? Facebook implores. The first instant I am tempted to oblige, remembering the Facebook days of old when people were nice and language wasn’t so loaded. Back in those days I didn’t read the news much to my friends’ dismay. Today…

My Love/Hate Relationship with Texting

I have a love/hate relationship with texting. It’s great for quick conversations and having fun with friends with friendly banter. I remember the first days of texting with a flip phone, hunting and pecking for each tiny letter to appear on the screen. It…

Sacred Storytelling

Our instructor in last week’s writing workshop told us Sunday night things would get intimate very quickly. Having been to numerous retreats where I did my own personal work among other women, I am used to that kind of intimacy. But this was a…

How to Change the World

I woke up this morning, fixed myself a beautifully green matcha latte and tuned in to last night’s Late Show on YouTube. Colbert’s long-time cameraman died last weekend. He was visibly broken up, and I was surprised when he said this man was such…

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