I love making lists. The more detailed the list, the better. (Read: The more chances I have to cross things off said list!) Although I have a deep affinity for creating lists, I do not have a Bucket List—that is, a list of things I want to do before I die. If you have one, I think you’re forward thinking and organized, and I’m a little bit jealous. As of right now, the only item I’d know to add to my informal and undocumented Bucket List is this: 1. Make a Bucket List So I have some . . .
It seems like all eyes are on April these days. You know April—the incredibly pregnant giraffe who gets the least private birthing room possible. For days, people have been tuning into the webcast, hoping their timing is such that they’ll be able to watch April birth the world’s newest giraffe. I haven’t watched any of the footage, mostly because, BEEN THERE, DONE THAT. I watched a giraffe being born decades ago and I feel like I’m just sort of “good” in that department . . .
“You,” my Mom looks at me with a blend of certainty and empathy in her face, “are so much like me.” “Moooom,” I whine as I roll my eyes, “I knooooow.” I couldn’t possibly have kept track of how many times I’ve heard my Mom tell me this in my 30+ years. Typically, it wasn’t a welcomed comment on my end, probably because my Mom usually tells me about our similarities when I’m being stubborn; in the depths of my stubbornness is not the time for me to ponder generational resemblances, . . .
Surprise! I know we're not used to me showing up here more than once every week, but I have my reasons, and they can be summed up in the "short list" of things I love. Said list includes (but is not limited to): Reading good books, witnessing/empowering/encouraging people living into their calling. Told you it was a short list. With that said, I want to share two books with you that I have deeply enjoyed. They're incredibly good books and, by writing them, these authors are doing the good . . .
I'm baaaaack! My husband and I returned home to dark clouds and snow after a gorgeous week in sunny Cancún, Mexico. It was as if Reality slapped our cheeks, looked us in the eye, and firmly instructed: "WAKE UP, KIDS. VACATION IS OVER." So that was rude. Before getting back into regularly scheduled programming over here, I want to share a couple of posts that were published elsewhere while I was away. I'd love for you to read, comment, share, let me know your thoughts, etc. First, . . .
Hellooooo from sunny Mexico! My husband and I are on vacation this week (all the hallelujahs), so the person I can always count on to step up and help me out has agreed to share on my site while I break for beach time. Enter: my Mom. She's the best. She's a wildly accomplished writer, an actor & director, and one of the most loyal friends I ever did see. She loves the people in her life so well and I'm always honored to be a chip off the old-is-relative block. Welcome, Mom . . .