Wicked Diggah

In college I fell down a flight of stairs at a frat party and landed on my face… there was a little alcohol involved in this incident. That trip down the stairs landed me in the ER for the night with huge medical bills and a lot of explaining to my dad. It also gifted...

Nice Collar.

On our morning walk Lucy and I usually run into other dogs and people out on the trail. We say hi, each in our own way. I usually say something; Lucy sniffs butts. This morning we ran into a guy walking two dogs. Lucy was engaged in her usual greeting when I noticed...

Scratching the Itch

One of the greatest gifts I received from the Master’s in Spiritual Psychology is a learning orientation to life. This is finding the learning opportunity in life’s events and sometimes challenges. I firmly believe that everything happens for a reason and there is...

To Thy Own Pants Be True

There has been a lot of talk about my pants lately. I’m thinking of writing a book and calling it, “Girly Pants.” A book about the pants I wear in the world and how I show up wearing them. Maybe this is the first chapter. My pants story started a little over a month...

Girly Pants

For the few days leading up to date night I dreamed about my wedding. I thought about where it would be, the flowers, who would be in the wedding, the food, the music, and the honeymoon. I spent a lot of time dreaming about walking down the aisle to meet my future...

It Only Took You 41 Years

I write my blogs from a moment of insight, an a ha moment, or a gold nugget I’ve gathered from someone or something. Today’s moment came in a conversation with my mom. I don’t think I’ve ever given my mom enough credit for who she is and has been for me. There could...

What would love do?

Today I sat with an inmate in our local jail and listened as he shared his painful journey with addiction. He shared that so many times he has been on his hands and knees praying to God to take away his addiction. He said he was angry with God because his prayers have...

It Matters

I’ve had a shitty week and it’s just Wednesday. For me, a rough week at work usually means someone died. That was the case this week. A young man took his life. I felt guilty and somehow responsible. What could I have done? Could I have gotten to him sooner? I never...

Quiet Heroes

One of my all time favorite songs is Passenger’s “Hearts on Fire.” There are a few lines that always resonate, “Well I don’t know how and I don’t know why” and “Well I don’t have many and I don’t have much.” Those lines give me peace of letting...

Lucy’s Stumble

This morning I was running down a dirt trail with my sweet girl, Lucy. Suddenly, she stumbled. There wasn’t much on the trail to trip on, but her back leg hit something and her foot went out from underneath her. Instantly, I felt myself reach for her. “Are you okay,...