A Month of Thanksgiving – Clueless in the Best Way

22 11 2017

Here we are, the day before Thanksgiving and it’s the fourth of my five Wednesdays of Thanks in 2017.

Damn, sometimes it’s hard to feel thankful when the news seems to be filled with story after story of people doing terrible things.  It’s especially hard when the people who are being accused are familiar to us as public personalities that we (thought we) liked, trusted, appreciated for their talent, or otherwise held in some degree of esteem.

Yep, hard to find something to be thankful for, but it is not impossible!

This week, I am thankful for “I can’t imagine . . .”

As many women (truthfully all the women) I know can tell you, every one of them has, to one degree or another, experienced unwanted attention from a man. Almost all of us have been insulted by some drunk in a nightclub after we’ve declined an advance, been talked over in a meeting, had to contend with an overzealous date, or worse.  That does not make us man-haters, victims, or crybabies. It makes us aware.

I am thankful that the men in my family and my male friends just don’t get it. I’m not saying that they doubt the reported instances of horrid behavior by men in power. What I mean is that it is just beyond their comprehension that any man would ever think that it would be a good idea to do such a thing!




Just as I can’t understand what would make someone hurt animals or other people – because that would require that my mind work like someone’s whose is clearly malfunctioning on an intensely dangerous level – it makes me happy to know that the man I married, the men who are my brothers-in-law, my nephews, and my friends do not have it in their brains to contemplate committing an act of sexual harassment. This kind of ignorance truly is bliss.

In the face of ugly evidence of uncivilized cruelty in our society, I am grateful for the everyday, unfailing, bright and constant evidence of kindness and respect within my family.  May we all know such good people. May we all be such good people.  Thank you for your goodness.


Grief and Gratitude

9 08 2017

When we lose a loved one, there is an enormous hole left in our hearts – in our lives – that we know will never be repaired.  What we don’t know until it happens in us is that, while the wound  is never healed, it does get filled up with the love and support of our families and friends and even people who were strangers before we were so grievously injured.

Today marks the seventh anniversary of the day we lost our dear daughter Jessica.  The pain of that loss will always be with us, but the kindnesses shown to us every day by all of you helps keep it manageable. It keeps the rest of our lives in perspective.

I have said it before, but it bears repeating, especially today:

When we lost Jessie, we lost the person we loved the most in the world, but we did not lose the only person we loved, so we continue on. We celebrate her joyful (too short) life and we celebrate the life that we continue to live with the help, encouragement, and comfort of our friends.

Love one another.

Be kind, always. 

Don’t miss a thing life has to offer you.

Smile from your heart, like my Jessie did.



With best cousin ever, Katy Little, when they were both little.


Happy. Up to no good. Happy.

March to your own drummer – Be your own drummer!

Ready to roll with Grandma – always.

Not spoiled, just loved!

Waiting for the Big Guns

28 05 2014

I am a Washington Nationals (baseball team, for the non-sporty) fan.

I was a fan when they were terrible in 2011. I was a fan when they were winners in 2012.  I loved them last season, when they came up short.  I still love them, even though, to put it plainly, they stink right now. That’s one thing that defines a true fan – we don’t stop loving our team, even while we are actively hating them.

We don’t give up.

Yesterday, I was rewarded (in more than a baseball fan way) for my loyalty, when I heard the Nats’ manager, Matt Williams, scold the media at a pre-game interview, for focusing their attention on his long list of injured players.  He said it’s disrespectful to the guys in the lineup to simply wish for the return of their “big guns” from the disabled list.  He said the players in the dugout are grinding it out – giving it their best and playing hard from the first pitch, every game.

What an important observation (and it’s about a lot more than baseball):

We disrespect the good we have when we focus on the potential “better” we feel we’re being denied.

We should never devalue what we have, just because we think we deserve more.

I am a sports fan because I love the beauty of the game, the excitement of competition, and I love the lessons I learn about so much more than the Infield Fly Rule.

I will remember that there is grace in grinding it out, honor in giving it my best, and dignity in showing up for the game ready to play hard. I’ll admit, though, I’ll also remember there are big guns – my family and my friends – suited up and beside me on the bench.

Play Ball!