30 Years Later

May 14, 2018

As a mom, and an adult, I can look back on my childhood and see the stuff that maybe I wasn't aware of. Or the stuff that I chose to ignore. Or the situations that I didn't even consider her feelings about. I can see her perspective now.

So, on the 30th anniversary of my dad's death, I just want to say: I miss you, dad, so much.

And thank you, mom, for everything. Love you.

How are you?

November 12, 2016

Pulling out of Starbucks I felt better than when I arrived. No, I didn't change the world. But I took someone else's example. Someone who was becoming the person they were waiting for and took action, small as it was. She changed my morning. She inspired me.

Why Do the Good Die Young?

October 5, 2016

I don't understand and probably never will. But perhaps it's not my job to understand but to live the life I have while I can because you never know when everything could change. Then again, maybe that is understanding.

The Sound of Silence

January 11, 2016

I never look forward to Death's visits. It doesn't seem to matter how close we get, how prepared I am for his arrival, or how many times I see his work, each time Death arrives I'm left gasping for breath, wondering how it's possible.

The Size of My Heels, the Size of My Confidence

September 28, 2015

It's funny how much a heel size affected how I felt about myself. At first when I wore my flats I felt out of place and like I was "slumming it." I felt like I didn't look as good as when I wore heels. This resulted in my feeling bad about myself and vowing to never wear flats out again. I needed my heels to feel better.

Why "Inside Out" Meant So Much To Me

July 8, 2015

Sadness is not something to fear or avoid. Trying to avoid sadness is what breaks us, what turns us angry. Or scared.

The Place Between Baby and School-Age

April 8, 2015

They were laughing. I was frozen, afraid to move, because I didn't want to interrupt their moment.

Oversharing

April 1, 2015

I've learned a few things since starting this blog: take a breath before publishing, to not feel embarrassed for standing up for myself, and that not everyone will agree with me.

Claiming Another Year

January 26, 2015

I'll embrace every gray hair (a sign of wisdom, right?), every bit of extra tummy flab (a couple of special kiddos were housed in there for a few months) and every new line that draws itself deeper into my face over time (the lines of laughter).

Always Something to Be Thankful For

November 27, 2014

I tend to plan ahead and had this week all set for what I was publishing. In fact, yesterday was my "Thanksgiving" post. And then earlier today I received this in my email and had to share it with all of you.

We can be thankful for...

The mess to clean after a party,

because it means I've been surrounded by friends.

The taxes I pay,
because it means that I'm receiving money.

The clothes that fit a little too snug,

because it means I have enough to eat.

My shadow who watches me work,

because it means I am out in the sunshine.

A lawn that needs mowing,
windows that need cleaning,
and gutters that need fixing,
because it means I have a home.

All the complaining I hear about our government,

because it means we have freedom of speech.

The space I find at the far end of the parking lot,

because it means I am capable of walking.

The lady behind me in church (or synagogue) who sings off-key,

because it means that I can hear.

The piles of laundry and ironing,
because it means I have clothes to wear.

Weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day,

because it means I have been productive.

The alarm that goes off in the early morning hours,

because it means that I am alive.

Getting too much email bogs me down,

but I know I have friends who are thinking of me.

~Anonymous

I needed this reminder today. There is always something to be grateful for, especially in those moments when it doesn't seem like it.

Happy Thanksgiving!

xo Sara

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