Spring is in the air. A time of fresh beginnings. I have seen so many pictures shared of cherry blossom trees blooming with unabashed beauty. It made me think of when memoirist Anais Nin said, “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” Continue reading
Month: April 2017
There is a space of time between getting bad news and coming to terms with it. I call it the “Time of Turmoil.”
It could be the end of a relationship, a negative review at work, hearing challenging health news, or a fight with a friend.
This is when we ask ourselves things like…
“Why me?”
“What could I have done differently?”
“Why don’t they like me?”
“What did I do wrong?” Continue reading
Yesterday someone mentioned the Samuel Beckett play Waiting for Godot. It peaked my interest as Beckett was a Nobel Prize-winning Irish author who I have known since buying an Irish Writers poster years ago on a trip to Ireland. Continue reading
Yesterday was a big deal for me. In the year 2000 I decided to get a book published. I made a goal of 100 rejection letters because Dr. Seuss got 43 for his first story. I wrote numerous children’s book manuscripts and received 32 rejection letters over the years. Then at the beginning of 2016 I started a blog about following your passion. I wrote and posted three mornings a week. At the end of the year I compiled the entries from that journey into a manuscript and created a book. And yesterday I was sent the layout of my book to proofread. Continue reading
All parents want their children to succeed in life. To be happy, healthy and do something they love. But the one thing I truly hope my children have in life is some good old grit. Continue reading
My three kids and I recently returned from an epic trip to Ireland for the World Irish Dance Championships and we are so very thankful. For the sport that brought us across the ocean, the family that welcomed us, the blessing of health that allowed us to walk thousands of steps on cobblestone paths, grass filled roads and Atlantic cliffs. We’ll never forget those pots of tea, breakfast frys, World stages, and friendly faces. Continue reading