And Then I Smiled.

And Then I Smiled.

We have all been there.  Racing from one event to another.  Laughing at the chaos that is our life.  Making lists to keep it all straight.  Feeling stressed.  Hoping that we are doing, enough.  Tonight I was hurriedly driving Anna from her soccer game to her choir...
Paint.  By All Means, Paint.

Paint. By All Means, Paint.

I grew up around paint.  My mom owned a ceramic shop and we would have paint sitting on the counters in our house everywhere we looked. My mom would sit for hours in the evening painting intricate details on ceramic pieces, like eyes on figurines and laces on shoes. ...
Falling.  And is it so bad after all?

Falling. And is it so bad after all?

We don’t like the word ‘fall’.  It scares us. We fall off a cliff.  We fall for a get-rich-quick scheme.  We trip and fall and hurt ourselves.  “Did she fall for it?”  is a line laughed about at many bars. The season Fall is a time of...