Accepting the Unacceptable

Have you ever had one of those weeks? The kind where you start out motivated and ready to take on the world—wake up early, eat healthy, check off all the things on your to-do list, ready to kick ass in every possible way—and then ... when things could go your way or not, at every... Continue Reading →

The Girl in the Turquoise Shirt

When I was in high school I spent a week in Tijuana, Mexico building houses for poor people. That trip changed me. Or more precisely, one little girl in a turquoise shirt did. My boyfriend’s church group was going over spring break and they needed more volunteers, preferably who could speak Spanish. I volunteered. Admittedly,... Continue Reading →

It’s Always Sunny Above the Clouds

It's always sunny above the clouds. That's my first thought when taking off through the fog and gray, at the moment when blinding light bursts through the haze into the infinitely blue sky above. I love that it works both literally and figuratively, and it sets my travel mood to introspection. Perspective is a wonderful and... Continue Reading →

Hypocrisy and (In)Tolerance

In my wanderlusting life I've spent a lot of time in various countries and cultures, always taking it upon myself to be as aware and sensitive to whatever norms are typical and acceptable there. As the outsider I have always felt it is my responsibility to blend in and not offend. Inevitably, there have been... Continue Reading →

A Turn Toward the Unexpected

In taking the advice of Brené Brown and Elizabeth Gilbert I find myself in unusual territory—following my muse and learning to be kind to myself. I accidentally started writing two (very different) novels at the same time. It may seem a strange thing to do, but it just happened. Having ideas for multiple novels at a... Continue Reading →

The Flow

"Once I sat down the story just sort of wrote itself." I was minding my own business, waiting for my latte when I overheard a woman make this statement. I almost laughed out loud. Almost. I have some self control. Sometimes. Although I may have had to remind myself that punching someone in the throat is... Continue Reading →

A Love Letter to Addicts

In my life I have been significantly impacted by addiction. Sitting idly by, watching someone you love wrestle the beast is the most helpless and soul-crushing part. I don't want to enable, but when I see someone in pain, it hurts to say the things I know they least want to hear. So here is... Continue Reading →

Harry Potter and the Love of Reading

For this blog I'm making a point of acknowledging a parenting win. I struggled to figure out what to write about this week, between the Stanford rape case and the powerful letter written by the victim that sparked a much needed national conversation, and Hillary Clinton making history as the first female presumptive presidential nominee... Continue Reading →

The Politics of Silence

Usually I don't write about my political beliefs, respecting that everyone's opinions are equally valid and deserve to be part of the civil discourse. However, based on the current US presidential election I am making an exception. In my opinion, it is a moral choice rather than a political one to speak out. The issue is not Republican versus Democrat.... Continue Reading →

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