I have spent hours of my life – maybe even days – staring into pools of cold water. As a former swimmer, most of my mornings during high school and college began with a two hour practice before the sun came up. My teammates and I would shuffle into the…
Last Sunday, on a cold Chicago afternoon, after being cooped up for most of the week, my husband and I looked at each other and said, “Let’s go bowling.” Now, nothing says wholesome family fun quite like putting on some smelly communal shoes and listening to drunk men swear at…
Last week, I wrote about smashing windows. I wrote about Comparisons and Not-Enoughs and Gotta-Haves. I wrote about wasted time and energy. I wrote about not seeing what is Real and True, about keeping myself from feeling Joy. I wrote about losing sight of what really matters. I wrote about…
One afternoon, about a year ago, I opened the back door to hear the happy squeals and screams of the neighbor kids playing through our backyard. “MOM! Can I go play with my neighbor friends? QUICK! Where are my shoes?” my six-year-old son Jackson breathed out in a rush. “Sure,…
I am wearing pink today. Or, rather, I was wearing pink yesterday – inadvertently on Wednesday – when I wrote this post. Apparently all the cool girls wear pink on Wednesdays. But, given that I just learned about this trendy spoof from the movie “Mean Girls” nearly nine years after…
The lion has always seemed like the most confident animal in the zoo to me. He stands there all majestic and regal-looking, smugly bearing his royal title. He eats when he wants, he sleeps as much as he wants, he paces where he wants, he roars as loudly as he…