Every January I act as the pronouncer for the Optimists’ Club’s spelling bee for local elementary and middle schools. The Optimists’ Club’s celebrate 100 years this year. Recently I was invited to the local club’s celebratory dinner. I sat next to the incoming West St. Paul president, a lovely man who shared his
A few times a year I share a poem, instead of a column. Celebrate the loveliness of the holidays in the ways you love the best! Barter By Sara Teasdale Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that
A couple of times a year I share a poem. Enjoy! Miracle by Walt Whitman Why, who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky, Or wade with
There is a fine poem by David Whyte called Enough. Enough. These few words are enough. If not these words, this breath. If not this breath, this sitting here. This opening to life we have refused again and again until now. Until now. The holidays tend to make me question what is enough?
I recently coached a darling woman 76 years young. She wanted coaching so she could progress on a variety of things: to exercise more after a hip fracture, to participate fully in her bible study class, to de-clutter, –and to plan her funeral. Planning her funeral wasn’t a morbid thing. She simply wanted
Last Saturday I was honored to open and close the Women of Words (WOW) conference in Roseville, Minnesota. (Thanks and welcome to all the wonderful participants and presenters!) The theme was finding-and using-the POW (Pearls of Wisdom) from the WOW conference. Pearls form when a parasite (not usually a grain of sand) enters