“Tradition is not the worship of ashes, but the preservation of fire.” ― Gustav Mahler Earlier this month, I opened my old address book and sent out a couple dozen Christmas cards. Even though I stay in touch with lots of people through social media, this is a holiday tradition I love, and I always include a brief personal note. It’s not about the card, but rather the connection I enjoy preserving. The holidays are filled with traditions. Some we anticipate with great excitement like the Continue Reading
The Eight Phases of Moving
Today, I filled up the back of the car and dropped off a load of donations at our charitable resale shop. Phew! That’s the last of it, I am sure. Except I said that last week when I dropped off a batch of can’t find room for you stuff. And the week before that for items that didn’t make the cut. I am almost convinced that we have made as many trips to the resale shop here as we did in Lansing, before the move. All of this has made me ponder the many phases of a move, whether it’s across Continue Reading
Breaking up is hard to do
Why is it so hard to let go of stuff? I’m in the midst of preparing for a move across the country which will result in some major lifestyle changes as well. Example? Good-bye snow boots, hello flip-flops. The move is scheduled for mid-July and fortunately, I started packing weeks ago. Some stuff is easy, and the decision between packing, recycling, donating or tossing is simple. But it’s also easy to get hung up on decisions. And second guess. And wrangle your hands. And lose sleep. Why? Continue Reading
Thanks, Mom
The last Mother's Day I had with my mother was 1980. If she were with me today, I'd say thanks for... taking me the see Julius Caesar at the Guthrie Theater when I was 14.not laughing when I would play Shoe Store on snow days, and letting me fill the living room floor with every single pair of shoes in the house. growing the most beautiful iris in town.making me help with ironing. It's not over-rated and I still start with the collar.teaching me to make change when I hung out at your fabric Continue Reading