Your VOICE is your VOTE: November Days of Gratitude

I was up at 4:00 AM — partly because of Daylight Savings Time (I’m still an hour off), but partly because I’m anxious to vote early.  My polling place opens at 7:00 AM and it’s how I start every election day.  I get there early, I cast my ballot, and I feel like I’ve started…

Falling Back on the Ballot: November Days of Gratitude

Counting down the days, in gratitude, gets more difficult if you’re tired — and this morning I’m tired. It was a fitful night’s sleep. Maybe you tossed and turned, too. Setting back our digital and analog clocks can throw off our biological ones. Each year we ricochet between falling back and springing forward.  I doubt…

Dad and Broadway: November Days of Gratitude

I’m so grateful for my dad and musical theater. As long ago as I can remember, my dad would put an album on the stereo and play “Name That Tune” with us — long before “Name that Tune” was a tv show. “What show is this from?” he would ask and we’d have to guess…

A love like no other: November Days of Gratitude

The moment my daughter was born, I remember being shocked — not by her miraculous birth (because it had been a ridiculously long and difficult labor and delivery — kind of a miracle I made it through) but because I knew in that very second that I would walk in front of a moving train…

Our Good Dog: In Memoriam and With Gratitude

Each year, as we count down the days to Thanksgiving, I count down my blessings.  Usually, starting on the First of the Month, I offer up a gratitude each morning.  It’s not difficult to find things I’m grateful for — and it’s proven to be a way to center my days, even as the light…

Old Dogs Teach New Tricks

Toby’s days are numbered. This summer, our sweet yellow lab developed cancer. A diagnosis of a nasal tumor has brought old age clearly into focus.  I see in him stiffening bones, a listlessness at night, an appetite that sometimes is more waning than whet. But not at the beach.   At the beach, with his people,…

The South Whispers Warnings

The deep South has as much historical significance as does Boston or DC, but its whispered warnings can often be ignored.  The lessons the South has to offer seem particularly poignant today and so this is where I’ve spent the last week on vacation.  It’s not been like other vacations where ocean breezes and blue…

The Changing Season

My youngest graduated from high school last week. She spent the whole weekend at grad parties.  Hers isn’t until July; we like to drag out our celebrations.  The celebrating helps temper the feelings of apprehension, the fear of the unknown as she gets ready for college.  Yes, she’s excited about her next steps, but she…

Six degrees and volcanic activity in Santa Fe, New Mexico

Seems like I’ve been gone from my blog for forever. Sometimes you need to step off, regroup. I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but sometimes, you just have nothing to say. Better to remain silent. I went back to work full-time in January, adopting a 7th grade class whose teacher resigned over the…

Women’s March 2018: Oakland, CA

We marched a year ago across the country — and around the world. I had flown to DC as had hundreds of thousands. This year, I stuck closer to home, but in the intervening year, I have continued to protest and march against an administration that seems to only care for the very rich, the…

How my new pressure cooker is blowing my mind

Mealtime just got a makeover around here. Dinner doldrums and ruts be gone . . . there’s a new pressure cooker in town. Ok, maybe I’m being a little over-dramatic, but there is a reason that the Instant Pot has become all the rage. Open Pinterest and there are countless recipes to whet your appetite;…