Mother Nature’s Blows

I moved to Washington, D.C. when I was 22 years old. I know, I know, that was a long time ago. I lived in a high-rise apartment building near the Pentagon when there was a gravel parking lot where the Pentagon City Mall now stands. One winter morning, my roommate looked out the window and said, “Oh good! We don’t have to go to work today.” “Why?” I asked. “Because of the snow!” I looked out the window and saw a skiff of snow that barely covered the tips of the grass. I … [Read more...]

Friends

            The best thing about moving to Herndon was that I met some of the most amazing women I’ve ever known in my life. They were all stay-at-home moms like me, and they all had children around the same ages as mine.  “Who would ever live in a place called Herndon?” We used to say as we drove to Dulles Airport and saw the Herndon exits off the toll road. Before moving here, we asked a friend how she liked living here. She said, “It’s the best kept secret in the Washington, D.C. area! … [Read more...]

Ode to Nikki

I came home from my early morning yoga class feeling rejuvenated and ready to live from my heart and all that other Namaste, my-soul-honors-your-soul yoga jargon. I walked into the kitchen and saw trash scattered all over the floor.  Since Nikki, our Bichon Frise dog didn’t come running to jump all over me with his usual exuberance, I knew he was the culprit. As I picked up the empty bags, cereal boxes, and other nibbled on debris, my peaceful yoga flow of love waned. As I headed toward … [Read more...]

Just Like Me but Better

While visiting my mom recently, I said, “Mom, remember when you used to say, ‘I hope you have a daughter just like you?’ In case you haven’t figured it out by now, your wish came true.” My 18-year old daughter Annie is so much like me it’s scary. I realized how much Annie is like me as I drove her to a doctor appointment in Utah. I almost drove off the side of University Avenue in Provo while listening to her rattle off her long list of urgent goals. She sounded so much like the … [Read more...]

Friday Free Falls and Prompts

It all happens on Friday mornings at the local library in McLean. We gather from our various homes in the Washington, D.C. area to write. We’re all connected through various writing classes, workshops, and writing projects. Someone tosses out a prompt. We set the timer for 30 minutes, and boom, we’re off, delving into the depths of random topics from hairdressers to tsunamis. At the end of 30 minutes, we take turns reading our writing, and sharing ideas on how to strengthen, develop, … [Read more...]