I watched the movie “Juno” last night for the first time.
I pin-droppingly focused on the final moments when an eager adoptive mother meets her baby for the very first time, big, wet teardrops falling off my cheekbones faster than I could wipe them.
These are the moments in which we are reminded there is nothing—absolutely nothing—stronger […]

Published in The Broomfield Enterprise, 4/6/08
A friend recently reminded me of the time my four-year-old son decided to change his name to “Rockstar”.
His reasoning was quite simple: A Rockstar has a guitar, gets to sing heavy metal songs and, “can say bad words because they’re grown-ups”.
Makes sense.
He’s almost six now, and, although his desire […]

 Published in The Broomfield Enterprise, 3/30/08
I stretched on my mat, ready to downward dog and crescent moon my way to well-being, listening to the background chatter about various pills, elixirs and patches used to “even me out”, “give me some balance”, “make me normal again”.
It wasn’t a therapeutic yoga class, taken to repair bodies that […]

Published in The Broomfield Enterprise, 3/23/08
Like many busy-with-sports-and-activities-during-the-week families, ours has instituted the regularly scheduled and mandatory Sunday Night Dinner. For us, it’s a time to gather at the dining room table with real silverware at our elbows and glasses that don’t need anything twisted off their tops.