Today I saw myself through a new set of eyes. I have seen myself many, many times. After 40 years, I think I am pretty familiar with what I look like. I have blue, uneven eyes. My resting face looks like a frown because I have a downturned mouth. I seem to cock my head ever so slightly to the left, probably because my left shoulder sits higher than my right. I have strong eyebrows, and my nose looks “perky” because I broke it when I was 12. I am starting to develop lines across my forehead from furrowing my brow against the sun or while in deep thought. Continue reading
Some weeks it is really easy to find things to be grateful for. Other weeks I spend waiting for inspiration to strike with that one Wow! moment that just screams to be shared. I end up on Wednesday night thinking, ‘I know I have lots to be grateful for, so why can’t I write anything?’ This is one of those latter weeks. I could ooh and ahh over the beautiful sunsets, or the fact that I have actually been getting enough sleep this week for a change. I could gush about school being back in session or about more personal things that I’m just not ready to share publicly yet. So here I am on Wednesday night racking my brain to come up with something to be truly and deeply grateful for. Continue reading
Yesterday I started writing up today’s post. It was inspired by something that happened to me, and I wanted to discuss it. But it is a subject I have a very hard time giving a voice to. So hard of a time, in fact, that when it occurs in my life, I am momentarily paralyzed and left speechless. This makes it very hard to write a blog post about it, and even harder to stop it from happening in my life. Continue reading
Poverty sucks. As if we didn’t already know. Lately, I have started seeing posts (such as from Lifehacker) that help bring awareness to the subtle effects of poverty, and hopefully that will help start to destigmatize those who live in the midst of it. We all say we want to know how to end poverty. We even have a war on poverty. But what will it really take to end poverty? Continue reading
What a crazy statement! Joy killed my soul? Not exactly. More precisely, it was JOY that killed my soul. Perhaps I should explain. I have noticed an epidemic of low self-esteem in our society. I believe there are many contributors to this problem, but I want to focus on one that I suspect is very influential. Let me start by saying that I have lots of friends who are religious, and very devout. My brother-in-law is a Lutheran minister, and another friend is a Catholic blogger. They are great people. I am not here to bash on Christianity or religion in general. It is just this one notion that I would like people to rethink.
When I was a child, my parents took us Continue reading