#lucky

Fizz boom pop, and oh he likes me (he really likes me!)  The fizz the boom and the pop are the sounds of me opening a special-delivery Crush Soda in the 6th grade.  Co-eds paid 50¢ for the Student Council to deliver the orange delight to their ‘crush’ on sweetheart day.  If someone liked you,…

stay & co

The best is always yet to come.   Everything will be perfect ‘right after,’ ‘when,’ and ‘as soon as’ every little thing comes together.    Until then, we sip chai and hope everything works out as we hope & wish & pray. I look forward to the future (brimming bright with houses, babies, and visions of summer),…

dwell in delight

“Think about what feels best at this very moment, and then do exactly that.”  My yoga teacher repeated those words as I did sun salutations, and seven kinds of goodness filled my body. At 9am, I was pretty sure I could stay in that studio (listening to nora jones and inhaling incense) for just about always.  When…

penny for your selfie

My imagination runs faster than a kid chasing an ice cream truck in July.  A friend mentioned ‘change being in the air’ the other day, and I immediately started thinking pennies, nickles and dimes.  A few minutes later?  I’m thinking about how you could make a pretty nice piece-o-artwork with all those glittering coins. My friend’s…

hip hop pop-tart

We walked hand-in-hand through the ice castles (holding hands as much for warmth as for affection) and debated which food truck would make a million dollars first: a homemade pop-tart food truck or a brick-oven pizza food truck. Can you ever go wrong with sprinkles?  In my opinion, no, but Jon thinks every occasion is made better…

blooma mornings

Inhale and become sweeter; exhale and become softer.  My prenatal yoga teacher chants those words over and again as I salute the sun.   Her words are intended to provide peace, but I stumble on ‘become softer’ — aren’t we here to get tighter? Oh well, softer it is. With my 3-4 classes a week, you betcha imma…

forget me nots

It’s only been one wrap-yourself-in-every-blanket-it’s-freezing-outside week since NYE, but already media harpoons are dishing-the-dirt on failed resolutions.  The discouraging talk-show banter makes me wonder — is it possible to fail a resolution after only 7 days?  Are people throwing in the proverbial towel just 168 hours after announcing their grand promises for the year?   Resolutions might appear doomed if…

wrap me up

Winter officially begins when the weather and the time become a thing of confusion. Not that people are mixing-up sunshine and afternoon-time, of course, but it’s suddenly difficult to determine if “1” refers to the weather or the time. My sister called to chat about The Bachelor (starts tonight) and homemade granola bars (we both use different…

spread it around

Live & love generously.  A pretty solid directive for spreading goodness and remembering to give unto others. My press-forward-live-in-the-moment-experience-the-now self doesn’t usually reflect too much on the turning year, but today – January 1, 2015, I find myself sipping coffee (with Kinzie in my lap, Jon by my side,  and gorgeous sunlight streaming in the window…

two-lane country

A sprinkling  of firsts added a touch of flavor to our weekend of tradition.  Year after year, the holidays find us gathered with our favorites to celebrate the season. We celebrate in a perfectly predictable and happy fashion: hiding the pickle in the tree (have you heard of this?), baking gingerbread for the neighbors, attending midnight mass at 7pm,…

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