Adjusting Expectations

The writing time on our trip wasn’t really as I imagined, although I guess there is very little in life that ever meets our expectations. I imagined leisurely days seeking out quiet cafes and enjoying the views and sights of each city from the perfect writing spot. And yet today,…

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Love the Journey

I’m writing at a local hostel this afternoon. I feel a bit like an imposter–a local Portlander looking into the enchanted lives of all these travelers buzzing and connecting in the cafe around me. I know my own life is enchanted as well, but in a different way that is…

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Saying Goodbye to Lucy

We are saying goodbye to Lucy on Monday. Lucy is our car, a VW wagon that we absolutely love. Yes, I’m one of those people who names cars. I had forgotten why I come from a family who names cars until I was driving home in a Portland “snow event”…

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Four Years Later

I came across these yellow poppies today, bright and full, a reminder of this time four years ago and every year in between. Yellow poppies were blooming everywhere the week that Michael died and when I see them now they still trigger the reminder of everything we experienced that spring.…

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“Have you had tea?”

I was walking to yoga the other day and ran into another gal in the class who looked a little harried.  We exchanged hellos, and I casually asked, “How are you?” To which she replied, “Do you really want to know?” I laughed, caught in my cultural blitheness of expecting…

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Insurmountable

I’m on an airplane flying out of Portland, taking the turn out over the Columbia Gorge to head south to California. On this clear morning I can see the peaks that define the landscape – Mt. Hood, Mt. Adams and off in the distance Mt. St. Helens. As I look…

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Alive to Joy

I received an interesting compliment the other day. At least I took it as a compliment, even though in the past I would have had some other story as to what the person was really trying to say. It was from the main director of the a capella group in…

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Stepping In

I got to thinking the other day about all the ways in which it is easier to stay safe and within my comfort zone.  After having been through deep grief these last two years, I feel grateful for those elusive spans of time that feel comfortable and steady.  It would…

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