Delight. That’s my word for 2017. Something happens when you grow up. Things that used to be shiny lose their luster. Things that used to thrill you seem ho-hum. The weeks leading up to Christmas are often stressful, not exciting. The family evenings at home can feel like a long list of chores, not joyful …
This year, I didn’t choose a word for the year like I have in the past. Looking back, I’m having trouble finding one word to describe the year. In some ways, it was hard. In other ways, it was great. There were moments when I felt successful and confident, and moments when I felt lost and …
Dear 2016, I am not giving you a word this year. There is something strange about January 1. People want to remake themselves. People want to be better in all sorts of ways: to look more attractive, to achieve accomplishments at work, to be more organized, to work on relationships. New Years is the time …
At the beginning of this year, I chose the word Enough as my one word for the year. Then halfway through the year, I changed my word to Peace. The truth is, I don’t know that either word truly carried me this year. For whatever reason, I will always struggle with not feeling like I …
This week I am on Fall Break from school. It’s been a quiet week. my husband and kids aren’t out for two more weeks for their break, so I’m home alone. When the kids were really little, I was working for a different school district that had two weeks off every nine weeks. The kids’ …
