I write to the process the heart within and the world around me.
The morning air fills with a dichotomy of time. The youngest needs help getting dressed in her mismatched outfit, doesn't care if her hair's done and fills her tiny mouth with cereal. The eldest scarfs down self-made scrambled eggs, combs his newly cut hair, and grabs his gargantuous backpack. I watch these two sit side… Continue reading First Day of High School
My oldest will walk the hallways of high school in a few shorts weeks. How in the world did we get here so quickly? It feels like yesterday he entered Kindergarten. Cliche to say, but true beyond measure. August 2009. The Southern California sun beat down on the school as we walked to my son's… Continue reading The Best $9.99 I’ve Ever Spent
"Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping." -Fred Rogers On Monday, my parents were riding their red tandem on the Burke Gilman Trail when their typical day took a sudden turn. The biker in front of them suddenly stopped, and my dad safely passed to the left. Some glass sparkled… Continue reading Look for the Helpers
It's Monday evening at the grocery store. I rush through the store like a cheetah snatching its prey. Glance at my watch. Fifteen minutes until Gymnast is done with practice. Can't be late. Hurry up. Pick a short line. Place all my items on the conveyor belt. And that's when my eyes finally elevate away… Continue reading Why It’s Never the Wrong Time to Do the Right Thing
