For nearly 13 years, I’ve had in my possession a particular rock. Faded letters are written in silver on the smooth, gray surface – they spell the word, “Listen.”
Since receiving it at a conference years ago, the oval-shaped stone has traveled in my purse, sat on the kitchen window ledge, resided on my nightstand. It has survived spring cleanings, house purges and many moves. It currently is nestled in a bowl on my dresser, right next to where I place my wedding ring each evening. Continue reading “Listening”
The gym was loud and crowded and a bit chaotic. High school students of all shapes, sizes and skill levels took to the court to warm up and wave at those watching in the bleachers.
My oldest daughter was among the group on the floor as part of the Unified basketball league, a program that combines Special Olympics athletes with partners for competition against other high school teams. Continue reading “On participation and celebration”
Let’s just say that so far recognizing the holiday season as a family has not been the peaceful, picturesque scene I had imagined. Continue reading “The Holidays: What I Say No and Yes To”
My daughter Rachel will say that the best gift she received for her birthday last month was a fish out of water.
Literally, a fish out of water. Continue reading “Belonging”
The past week and a half has been a sobering one for those of us living in the Spokane area. On September 13, a sophomore at Freeman High School opened fire in school hallways that took one student’s life and landed three others in the hospital. Continue reading “Rising through adversity”
There are so many amazing metaphors for life.
“Life is a highway. I want to ride it all night long.” (Cue singing, courtesy of Tom Cochrane.)
“Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game.” (Right on, Babe Ruth.)
“Life is like a box of chocolates.” (Agreed, Forrest.) Continue reading “Power of story”
Rudolph the reindeer has hung around a little longer than normal this year.
Each December, a mysterious transformation takes place on a deer crossing sign in our community. Someone places a blinking red light on the nose of the deer to turn the street sign into a Rudolph decoration on the road that leads us home. Continue reading “The light that leads home”