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Forget-Me-Not

Back in the day… Before cell phones Before land lines were obsolete Before my mom died, She and I had a late-night code: one of us would call the other and let it ring only once (so as not to wake everyone as all the phones in the house would ring) when we had something to talk about. The other would know to return the call. No matter what hour of the night. We would’ve already spoken that day, and we were living only a few houses apart from each other so there’s a good chance we had visited too, but those late night calls-when the world settled down to stillness and silence…we would share what only mothers and daughters share. It was such a simple gesture, those calls. I probably took it for granted-the fact that my mom was just one ring away. But those moments became some of my favorite memories. My mom is gone now but still, I leave my cell phone ringer on at night. I say it’s for emergencies but I think equally so it’s for the non-emergencies-when one of my daughters feel

Teachers

I remember the huge auditorium I sat in, on a fall afternoon at UW Madison. It was the introduction to student teaching. The professor stood in front of the room full of college kids eager to have our “first classroom.” He said, “If you aren’t asleep by 8 pm each night because the day of teaching has exhausted you, you are doing something wrong.” I distinctly remember shaking my head and laughing to myself saying, “there’s no way…” I made it through seven years of teaching elementary students before I became a mom. I taught in what would be considered for many reasons, a non-challenging district. During those teaching years, I made it to 7 pm on good nights before falling asleep exhausted. Fast forward to now. I’m no longer in the classroom. But some of my most favorite people are-my daughter, sister-in-law, and friends teach young ones in the classroom. I hear some of the stories-the above and beyond that teachers must do these days to help these young kids learn, immersed

Moon Rise

“Do you want to catch the moon rise?” An invite. The drive. Walk on damp sand through fading light. A small smoldering fire for warmth. Gratitude. Picnic chairs facing east. Nearly cloudless night. Mugs of water handed out. Winter coats. A Great Lake. Laughter in hushed tones. Talking of old memories while making new. Timing just right. A moon that pushes up in shades of sunrise. A cold Wisconsin spring night. Lunar light stretching in a dazzling path. Across water. And time. Connecting us. Somewhere in a remote place on a dark night - lit by starlight and moon beams. A gift beyond measure. Surrounded by salt of the earth souls. #priceless #illtreasureforever Live Your Light

A Million Dozen Perfect Roses

This rose is a part of a bouquet that I received yesterday. Brought over by a friend. “We are putting the house up for sale, you know, next week. We needed flowers for photos. But now that the photos are taken, I thought you might enjoy these flowers. So I brought them…as a congratulations for your successful April Fools day yesterday,” she said. But we both knew it wasn’t in celebration of my pranks. It was because soon, when these friends move across the country, she won’t be able to stop over on a lazy Sunday morning to say hi anymore. We won’t be able to meet on a trail and let the dogs run together as we talk about manuscripts and grown kids and life. We won’t gather on a Saturday for a bonfire or game night. Run into each other in the grocery store. Or spend the day at a book store in quietness, just appreciating good literature and each other’s company. I think the flowers she brought me was a reminder of what a good thing we had- small town friends who in their own ri

As If For the First Time

I arrived just before sunrise. To a beach along the ocean. When I stepped from the boardwalk to the sand I noticed shoes. Shed at the doorway of the beach. I did the same-left my shoes. Then joined the others waiting for day break as we stood in silence and hushed tones. Some alone. Some holding hands. All waiting in awe for the daily great event as if it would be seen for the first time. I’ve witnessed this in other places too-sunrises, of course, but I’m speaking of the shedding of shoes. At homes where I’m the guest we slide off shoes as we hug and hand off flowers and wine. In remote temples in the mountains of Colorado there are shoes in a small pile at the entrance. At morning meditations gathering along the shores of the Ganga in India. At a hut in Costa Rica. On the back porch of our cabin where books are read on rainy summer nights. I think this leaving of shoes at the entrance thing isn’t just for comfort. Or only convenience or even cleanliness. I think it’s a wa

Adopt a puppy?

I think these two have destroyed three couches? At least 8 rugs. Gnawed on walls. Legs of tables. And toes. They’ve hidden shoes. Swallowed socks. They’ve barked when I’ve needed quiet. Jumped up when I’ve needed gentle. Dragged mud onto white bedding. White rugs. White sweaters. But… they brought happiness to my dad in his final days. Comfort to me and my daughters when our hearts were breaking. They’ve protected. Cuddled. Loved. And are-with complete and dedicated commitment-loyal to who we each are. No questions asked. “Should I get a puppy?” I’ve been asked. my answer, when I think about couches and messes and sleepless nights… “If you want to understand what true connection is. What love is. What pricelessness is. Then-yes. Adopt a puppy.” #nationalpuppyday #isnteverydaydogday? Live Your Light