“Beloved, if God so loved us, we ought also to love one another … If we love one another, God dwelleth in us, and his love is perfected in us.” -1 John 4:11-12 The morning air is chilly. And though I’m young, I hobble along, gritting my teeth through the pain in my hips and… Read More My Blue Plaid Christmas Angel
For many, the #MeToo Movement might be just flash in the pan. A fly-by-night headline that goes viral for a while and then vanishes with yesterday’s tweets. But not for me. Just like a giant game of “telephone,” this movement has become so widespread and muddled that many of us don’t have a clue where… Read More #Me Too: A Place to Start
Miracle Max: It just so happens that your friend here is only MOSTLY dead. There’s a big difference between mostly dead and all dead. Mostly dead is slightly alive. With all dead, well, with all dead there’s usually only one thing you can do. Inigo Montoya: What’s that? Miracle Max: Go through his clothes and… Read More The Walking Dead
In the halls of the U.N., the air is almost electric. Everywhere you look and listen there are chatter and change, little conversations about big ideas. Across the street, there is a food cart that serves sumptuous mediterranean cuisine. The same two guys park there every day, and they are quite the characters. They know everyone… Read More Rookie at the U.N. Part 3: Ambience
So … my first attempt at the “Blended Family” project … Remember how I said I’ve spent several moments standing in the art aisle at random craft stores staring blankly into space? It’s like I’m paralyzed with fear that if I invest in new paints and brushes and a pretty canvas, I’ll just screw it… Read More Life is My Canvas
I love to write in my journal. But my writing has been particularly vigorous lately. Like … physically vigorous. In fact, if handwriting analysis came into play, a professional might pronounce my need for an “I-love-me” jacket and a padded room during the past few months. Seriously. When I say writing is good therapy for me, I’m… Read More Fresh and New
LOVE this woman. Fantastic post. Read my review of Lisa’s article on The Togetherness Project blog, here. Lessons From the End of a Marriage No one needs to tell you that betrayal sucks. It’s a piercing pain formed from grief, anger and confusion. It steals your ability to trust, both in yourself and others. It… Read More The Upside of Betrayal
Dear Jane, I know who you are. Sometimes I’ve walked with you. Other times we’ve connected from afar. But I am aware of you. I think of you often. More than you know. You haven’t written any books, appeared on any talk shows, had your picture in the newspaper, or gotten millions of hits on… Read More In praise of plain Jane
As usual, this morning my ears awoke before the rest of my body. That’s how we moms roll, right? “Mooooooooooom!!!!” my three-year-old bellowed up the stairwell. My body was concrete, my head was mush. Yesterday, I drove round-trip to D.C. again and pulled in way past their bedtime. “Mom! Mama! Mom-Mommy-Mamamamama-Mommmmy!” Eyelids … come on eyelids… Read More One day
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