Strongest One There Is


In the face of unwanted change, the first word that comes to my mind is strong.  As in it’s necessary to be strong when facing the change. I don’t know why I wouldn’t first consider words like accepting, trust, even cautious, or any number of others.  I guess I just think that when something is changing it becomes an opportunity to be resolute rather than hesitant and uncertain. But wanting to respond to the unknown in a specific way is often much easier said than done. Continue reading


You’ve Got a Friend in Me

I’m pretty sure that people who write movies and TV shows have no idea how the real world works.  Actually, I’m mostly positive about that, because if they did and they wrote movies that closely resembled real life then the movies would be boring and no one would ever go to the theater.  Occasionally a screenwriter will hit on something that mirrors real life, but usually things (especially relationships) are portrayed in a way that just seems, well, like fiction. Sometimes that fiction can leave people longing for their own reality to be like what is on the screen.  I loved the show How I Met Your Mother.  I remember watching it thinking to myself, man, how cool would it be to live with or very near to your best friends (that’s plural, as in a whole group of people) and have an awesome hangout spot that always has a table open for you and where you can run into each other without even planning ahead to meetup.  Actually, that’s basically the plot of every group friendship sitcom ever.

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The Ties That Bind



Have you ever been so attached to something, or the idea of something, that it becomes part of your self-identity?  I knew a girl once who wore her hair in a severely drawn back ponytail with the ends curled. Every day. She did her hair the same way every single day.  So synonymous was that hairstyle to her, that if she’d ever shown up to class looking different people might have wondered who the new girl was. It was more than just the physical hair tie that defined the link between the look and the girl, it was the habit she’d created that became her identification.

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Four has always been my favorite number.  Four shows up all around you if you pay attention to it.  When I was a kid and played in a summer soccer league I always asked to be player number four.  My sisters and I are each four years apart in age. I’ve owned and driven four cars that have been considered mine.  I’ve quit from or been laid off from four different companies in my adult life. I have signed for home leases and mortgages four different times.  And if I ever came across an ice cream shop that offered a four scoop cone I would definitely buy it.

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Here I Go Again


I’ve always loved getting in the car with my husband and just wandering around for a little while.  Sometimes it turns into a big adventure, other times we just grab a coffee or make a quick trip to the grocery store while taking our time to get there.  It’s sort of a way to unwind, connect in conversation, and take in scenery other than the interior walls of our house.  Our kids enjoy these rides as much as we do, especially when we let them select their own favorite music for everyone to listen to while we’re driving.  Fortunately, we’ve done well as parents and taught them the value of good music and most of the time they make choices we’re more than happy to oblige.  We have many theme songs for our family.  My older daughter seems to really love the classic 80’s rock song “Here I Go Again” by Whitesnake.  Did you know that the version you probably are hearing in your head right now after reading that song title isn’t the original?  The song was first written with the phrase: “Like a hobo I was born to walk alone.”  Really?  Hobo?  As in a homeless person aimlessly wandering about?  I prefer taking the time to navigate to the remastered version when we listen.  A drifter walking alone paints a better picture, at least in my mind.  

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Days Gone By

Last week our Christmas decorations came down and the kids keep commenting on how “empty” our living room seems now.  I feel you kiddos, it’s festive and magical having everything adorned for the holidays.  This year we enjoyed a somewhat slower and quieter holiday season.  I still went overboard with cooking and baking (who doesn’t love a variety of Christmas cookies?), but with half of our extended family many miles away we found we weren’t rushing to more than one celebration.  By the time New Year’s Eve rolled around I was feeling like we’d mastered the art of lazy, impromptu festivities.  Even though it was bitterly cold here in Minnesota, we all bundled up and took a walk on our frozen lake enjoying the bright moonlight and a neighbor’s celebratory fireworks.  It’s customary to sing “Auld Lang Syne” on New Year’s Eve, and it makes sense why it became tradition.  As I stood there looking at the sky I felt excited for the many things to come in the new year, but also grateful for the experiences of the previous year, even though many had not been exactly uplifting.  The song is also a poem, while it doesn’t exactly translate into English, the title and key phrase “Auld Lang Syne” literally means “old long since” and essentially means “days gone by”.

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