By now you have met your lovely Grandi. I am sure that he threw his arms around you and peppered you with a hundred kisses all over your face because he hasn’t been able to do that yet. So it would be fitting even though you are 23 today. And then maybe he growled in your ear a little bit – that playful growl he does when he is so happy to see someone.


I know all the “Sunday School” answers. (And I believe them as well.) I know God’s mercy and His strength – I know that he will sustain me and I know that he is good all the time.


Motion all around as I step into his classroom. So much excitement – so much enthusiasm. And I am leaving my baby behind. All he wants to do is hug his teacher and get seated at his desk. Expectancy pierces the air – anticipation wraps its arms around the classroom. Smiles, squeals of delight, laughter.


Days, weeks, months and even years soar by – boldly and unashamed – waiting for no one. It’s almost cruel actually.

The morning after a large party I am always exhausted; but it’s a good kind of exhaustion – the kind where you worked really hard and you were really successful. So my back is stiff – my muscles are aching but my heart is full. I have a smile on my face as I clean up the remains of a beautiful evening of sharing hearts and lives.

It is my husbands 50 birthday today. When he woke up I asked him how it felt to be 50 and he said that it didn’t feel much differently than 49. But I am a little bit anxious because I am coming up to my 50th birthday soon

The other day Dylan, my older son was talking to Sean, my seven year old son about the use of word association to remember important things. In trying to explain it, he said, ” I was having this same conversation with Mom the other day. Do you remember that Mom?” He directed the question to me.


When I was really young, about 7 years old, I was at a school picnic. The day was beautiful and everything seemed so happy around me and the air was clean and fresh and the weather was pristine and then suddenly the day turned on me. My “friend” decided to not be my friend anymore.

Heart friends. That’s what I call them. You know – those are the kind of friends that are easily connected to your heart. I have a few of them. I have a few of them here and a few of them scattered across the globe.

The other day when I walked out of Walmart I was literally struck with a sky that took my breath away.