Jazz Flute Freedom

Jazz Flute Freedom

Agawam, MA, circa 1997- the monumental moment when I chose to play flute in the middle school band.  My teacher seemed to think I was a natural, and my parents splurged to purchase that elegant silvery beauty. “Blow into the flute like you’re trying to 

Wait. Remain. Rest.

Wait. Remain. Rest.

Why has it taken me so long to post in the new year?  I could blame it on all the transition around me, a post for another time, but the truth is I’ve simply been a bit stuck.  Kind of in a funk.  2016 felt like 

Community is a Pain

Community is a Pain

Guys- I’m going to make an honest confession here:  I’m not sure I like community.  Do I need it?  Yes.  Does it sound wonderful in theory?  Uh-huh.  Community looks cute on TV- like on that show “Extreme Home Makeover”.   All the neighbors and friends 

Beauty in the Season

Beauty in the Season

We were running late. I should know by now that running late to anywhere with three kids spells trouble. We were halfway to our destination when I heard a pitiful whine from my six year old daughter in the back seat: “We forgot my tambourine! 

But I’d Rather…

But I’d Rather…

Raising kids in this world is difficult, and the global events of the last month alone are enough to add fear to any mother’s heart.  Combine with that fear the pressure to meet our current culture’s thoughts on what it means for a child to 

Use it or Lose it?

Use it or Lose it?

Clearly it has been awhile since my last post…although with good reason, and I can’t wait to share the whole story of us potentially adopting a baby.  But not today.  (Cheer up, I’ll have so much time to edit that story you will be thankful 

I’ll Never Regret…

I’ll Never Regret…

I’ll never regret giving up money that goes to sponsor a child in an impoverished community- even if giving only makes me realize how much more is needed.   I’ll never regret holding my tongue in an argument and compromising, even if I feel entitled 

Youth is wasted…

Youth is wasted…

George Bernard Shaw said, “Youth is wasted on the young.”  Of course “young” is not as narrow a group as we’d like to think.  Sure, teens get a bad rap for being a head-strong, reckless, live-for-today kind of people.  Heck, we’ve now got scientific data