Category: On Life & Love

Gathering is an ideology that I have always subscribed to even though I am, by nature, a committed introvert who seeks quiet most often.  But the coming together of family and friends, to me, is essential to my soul, too.  I find an assembly, fueled by fresh thoughts and ideas, and time spent with youngsters

The year 2022 is now ended. In the final months of 2022, the world’s rhythm underwent a tremendous modulation.  We all witnessed the ravages of the war-torn nation of Ukraine, and I believe, we all felt its impact, in one way or another, on our security here at home.  As a result, many stepped up

I have been fortunate to connect with so many of you this year. Thank you for the love and nourishment that you have extended me. I am most thankful for the influences I have had; the teachers and scholars that I have followed that have helped mold my view so I could be more easily

“God understands us when we try to love.” — Dorothy Day, Activist for Women’s Suffrage/Social Justice. I’ve been obsessed with angels of late. I seem to feel them around more than ever. Are they delivering something to me, or am I failing in some respect and it is believed I need guidance? Regardless, I am receiving

2023 is fast approaching!  Closing the door on the year 2022 seems a fitting end with the world’s power centers all on the brink of war and the many monster storms plaguing our nations in one way or another.  These events, among others, leave my psyche feeling mournful and blue. I am seeking to find

The world is upside down now. I can’t help but wonder ‘where are we going’? Maybe it’s my tender old age or maybe, as a society, we have been traveling so fast for so long that we have forgotten what it means to stop and take the time to smell the roses, as my Mom

Today marks 38 years since my father left this earth. I was a young woman when I sat with him and his eyes closed for the last time. Sister Golden Hair, was still in her teens. There were many, many promises made as we sat together on that fateful day. Me, the prodigal middle child,

Mankind, we are a fallible sort. We demonstrate our imperfectness every day. For all the many things we do right, the counterbalance is our disregard to what is outside our door. This country was built on the backs of immigrants. To be born an American is to have descended from a foreign soul who arrived

I love that we spend one day of the year in gratitude for all the graces we have realized in this life so far. I am on a campaign to extend that expression to the other 364 days. It is a habit that anyone can form, and an embodiment that we all can easily adopt.

The end of the week is the perfect time to take a break and immerse oneself in the magnificence of our universe. Sitting under a Sea Grape tree delivers just the right mindset for a Friday afternoon. Once I nestled in, I began thinking about human decency and what it means to live by those