When I wrote this, Mother’s Day had just passed. By all accounts, it should have been a lovely day. My husband made me a spectacular breakfast, and we spent the morning side-by-side watching Premiere League soccer. He gave me terra cotta colored…
This is the third in a series of collective thoughts from my sabbatical. And if you’re following along (and I hope you are), you know that I failed to post this past week. I totally forgot! And how appropriate for that mistake – nah, mishap…
Last night I dreamt that my cousin, Nancy, and her husband, Greg, were marrying after years together. First of all, in typical dream-like-suspension-of-reality, this is absurd. Nancy and Greg are married, and have been for years. They have…
Personal best, not perfection. ~Bethany Faircloth The best is the enemy of the good. ~Voltaire And God saw that it was good . . . ~ Genesis This is my umpteenth attempt at this blog . . . a blog on perfectionism. In a series on lessons taken from sabbatical….
So, today’s blog is on perfectionism. Ironically, there is no blog today. Sigh. And somehow that’s perfect. Tune in next week, I promise I will have it done. It’ll be perfect. Or not….
A colleague of mine posted this image back in January. I took a screenshot and stuck it in my favorites folder because it truly resonated with me. At the time, I knew I would write around the image. What I didn’t realize was that it would be a series. …
I knew this day was coming. Of course I did. It’s marked on my calendar, but I often wonder why I bother. It’s not like my mind, my body, my heart need the reminder. Today marks a full decade without my Mom. The motherless decade. I often say that time…
A week or so ago I shared my current mantra: “everything is hard.” I know it maybe isn’t the best mantra. On the other hand, there is power in truth (imagine that!) So, perhaps it’s not the most sunshiney statement, but we all know that the perpetual…
When I was in high school, we had to read “A Tale of Two Cities.” Upon completing the book, I was angry. I mean really, really mad. I’d just spent a week reading an entire book only to have **spoiler alert** the hero die at the end. In fact, I was so upset,…
My friend, who happens to be the brainchild behind my blog, recently asked me to blog about life 18 months into a global pandemic. As I sat across from her, I told her I likely wasn’t the best person for that blog post. I don’t have much to say, to be…