Turning 48

I turn 48 today, and, oh, the joy of it! Behind me are the days of wishing, hoping, longing, wondering. Here now are the days of loving, laughing, appreciating, and clarity. I’m in the thick of it, this business of a happy life, wanting to hug it all to me, hard, while it’s happening. There are things I still want to do, places I would love to explore, adventures I’m eager to have. And, of course, there are people I can do without, too many hours spent in windowless rooms, the agendas of dissatisfied minds....more

Is Gratitude a Sham?

Lately I’ve been having trouble with gratitude. Sometimes it feels like a sham. Like another thing people do to make themselves feel better, like go to church and eat organic food.(I go to church and eat organic food.)How could there be anything wrong with being thankful for all you have? Keeping a gratitude journal? Posting the list on Facebook and challenging others to do the same?Who gets skeptical about "feeling blessed"?...more

The Incredible Power of Gratitude {and 5 easy ways to show it}

I made quiche for dinner tonight.  I rolled out the pie crust and beat the eggs and chopped the vegetables and baked it for fifty minutes until it was perfectly set and the house smelled of pastry and breakfast....more

Are You Raising Grateful Children?

One of the most important things that we can do as parents is to teach our children to be grateful... for the little things. for their family. for their health. for their freedom of choice. In a society where more is better, sometimes more is just more. We need to show our children that gratitude is a choice they get to make every day. Here are five laws that I hope you will keep in your parenting strategies toolbox. ...more
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The Night an Angel Came to Bowl

The bowling alley was packed. The line kept building up as more groups came, waiting for lanes to become available. Our family was just lucky enough to have made it in time, before the crowds started to pour in. To the right of our lane was a group of friends in their late 20s. To our left was another family with small children. Noah was clearly enjoying the game and I remember feeling tired in spite of the fun. My son just kept going, eager to learn how to throw the ball properly, while I kept wishing the two games would end soon....more

My Gratitude Practice Has Changed Me

Over the past few years I have become aware of how my daily gratitude practice has changed how I look at everyday situations and in exchange has changed me.Many people are born with more optimistic personalities while others typically see the ne...more

Happy Birthday

Yesterday was my mother’s birthday.  And with all the craziness of the past couple of days (you know, what with the break-in and all), I failed to mention it when I dropped the monkeys off at her house yesterday morning.  Not exactly a stellar moment....more

Practice Gratitude

Traditionally during the holidays, we collectively remember to be thankful for the blessings in our lives,  or even to recognize we have blessings at all.  It is easy to get caught up in our lives – happiness, sadness, loss, joy, excitement and even boredom.  However, every once in a while, we slow down and remember to be thankful, vowing to never take things for granted again....more

Have a Magical Day

I bought my Disney tickets yesterday! There is something exciting and magical about making the resort reservations, purchasing the tickets, and now, securing the Fastpass+. This post is a bit two-fold....more

Unbounded Gratitude

Unbounded Gratitude by Kristin A. Meekhof       Last month I went to Nairobi, Kenya with a small group of widows. We were connected with a charity organization that services widows and their children. We were given the opportunity to meet with the widows, and visit their homes. I had the absolute joy of meeting Peninnah, a mother of three young children. Peninnah is one of those women who you would expect to be depressed and pessimistic, and frankly who could blame her?...more