I’ve got this thing with emojis. And it began way back in the 90s when we all started emailing at work (remember that?). My colleagues called me the Smiley Queen, and when I left the company, one of my parting gifts from them was a denim shirt with a giant yellow smiley embroidered on the back. Yes, really. Today, however, I want to address specifically my thing for the care emoji. You know the...
I’ve watched my weight for as long as I can remember, right back to my teens. The roller-coaster of weight has been such a constant part of my life that I sometimes wonder if my body’s default mode is fluctuate. Up-down, up-down. Ugh. Looking back at photos of my younger self, I realize I wasted too much time disliking my thunder thighs and inherited cankles. I mean, no one but me cared. And I...
When I receive a slew of messages from friends around the world checking in with me, it’s a telling sign that I’ve been neglecting this online journal. So, deep breath in, deep breath out, this post is an attempt to update you on what’s been going on in my life these past few months since I last shared my musings on miracles and mystery. A new home A rather enormous event that took much of our...
Do I believe in miracles? I don’t know, really. What are miracles? Maybe miracles are just events and outcomes we cannot (yet) explain. But I am partial to this Albert Einstein quote: There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle. And I believe that the entirety of life as we humans experience it is indeed a...
