What we remember is not always true. And what truth actually is might not always be what we wish to remember. When my children were little and I was younger, life itself was overwhelming. Downtime didn’t exist. Grocery shopping was something I squeezed in after everyone else was tucked in for the night. Girls Night… Continue reading The clouded memory

What a difference a year makes. The dread of his inauguration in 2017 lead to fear, loathing, dread, more fear, resistance, more loathing, resignation and then renewed resistance. And all that even before he took up residency in the White House, and all that just in my little home. The DC Women’s March of 2017… Continue reading Change

I’m a fixer. I like to fix things, solve problems, troubleshoot, all good traits in an employee, an employer, an event planner, a fundraiser, but not always good in a parent. I’m also a pretty good listener, and people love to talk to me, to share their problems, to share their ideas, concerns, dreams and… Continue reading Just to be present

There’s that saying, “home is where the heart is.” I think a lot about home especially as we’ve raised our children. And I’ve always wondered about the best way to make sure our children always have a home, a place in their hearts that anchors them and gives them the strength to grow, to launch,… Continue reading “Home”

The crunch beneath my feet is altogether different from the leaves of fall. Brittle and unforgiving is the earth of frozen winter, even here where snow has yet to fall, where the empty parking lot and the barren trails give way to the solitude of woods in the winter. From a gravel road to a… Continue reading A Walk in the Winter Woods