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My Mother’s Love
When I was in grade school my mind never rested. Creativity ruled in a dervish of conceptual thought that endlessly whirled. I was, and never have been, bored. That inventiveness was encouraged and nurtured by equally creative parents. My father wrote a column for the newspaper. He was…
Let There Be Light at the End of the Tunnel
A friend advised me recently, “Don’t have expectations. Expectations lead to disappointment. Instead focus on the challenge of the day and remain in the moment.” Logically this makes perfect sense. However, like a frustrated child pulling on my arm in a crowd of chatty adults I am soon…
Perfectly Imperfect
It has been a very challenging year. We opted out of Christmas cards for the first time since marriage and I had planned on a tree respite as well for 2022 but my children urged me to remain in the holiday spirit since they were all…
Letter of Love
Exactly 37 years ago today he stood at my apartment door enormous bouquet in hand, movie star handsome, with a smile as wide as the sparkling Pacific. My Great Uncle Rudolph used to tease me mercilessly as a child repeatedly asking, “Lou do you believe…
The Straight Path
I was around fourteen years old when my older sister decided it was time for me to experience driving. I think she just wanted to teach me something and share her own sweet sixteen driving skills. I think she thought it would be a sisterly taste of…
For the Gentle Men
Last week I had the honor and privilege to be included in a resort golfing birthday celebration for one of my husband’s closest friends. I was the sole wife to represent and enjoyed the hotel amenities while they played in the day followed by their charming…
Speed of Life
It was 1994. My youngest daughter was almost four and I was going through one of the most difficult times in my personal life. After picking her up from pre-school I decided to break my pattern and take a moment for her to explore the playground before…
Influential Impact
Over a year ago I slipped on a pair of baggy pants and was amazed that I thought they looked good. Just a few months earlier I would have felt unsightly and fat. I pondered this sudden change in perception knowing that my body weight…
The Gift of Peace
I have the privilege of caring for my grandson two days a week. He’ll be three in April. I have distinct memories of raising my daughters at that age and it was pretty spectacular, but even with the quality time I was afforded between auditions and bookings…