Unpack Your Bags

In one of our women's meetings at church, our teacher brought in a suitcase and rolled it around the room. She asked, "How many of you have unpacked your bags?" She confessed that she has lived here for years and never mentally or emotionally unpacked her bags. She said when we don't unpack our bags, we live with one foot out the door.  I wasn't the only woman in the room thinking,"This lesson is for me." I heard women whispering, "This is for me." And saw others nodding their heads as if it … [Read more...]

Old Friends New Friends

One of our friends recently visited from Virginia and said, "I have to admit we're feeling a little abandoned. It's like you're so happy here that you've forgotten all of us at home in Virginia." Oh, no. That, my friends, is not true. Never, ever will we forget you, and never will you be replaced. While life in Utah is good so far, I've definitely been homesick for old friends. (If you've been a follower of my blog, you've read several other posts on how I value my friends. Here, here and … [Read more...]

Welcome Home

Several years ago, I interviewed Jeanne Marie Laskas, a columnist for The Washington Post Magazine, who wrote the weekly column Significant Others. I asked her how she came up with a column topic every week for over 14 years. She said her ideas came from thinking about what moved or touched her that week. I often ask myself the same question when trying to come up with a blog topic. What has caused an emotional reaction in me? The answer to that question came instantly this morning  -- the … [Read more...]

The Best Things in Life Aren’t Things

Until a few weeks ago, a sign hung above our kitchen sink that said, "The best things in life aren't things." Never has that felt more true. At night, instead of sleeping lately, I worried about our cross-country move and  all our things -- what to toss, keep, or give away. It's an endless process. Just when I thought we'd tossed, packed or given away everything possible, we'd open a drawer or a closet, and find more things. Packing or saying goodbye to our things was the easy part. Saying … [Read more...]

Let New Adventures Begin

A "For Sale" sign is sitting on our front lawn. Surreal. I've lived in the Washington, D.C. area since I was a senior in college. That was a long time ago. I came here -- like many others -- for an internship on Capitol Hill. And, I was smitten. What better place to live for someone with a love of journalism, politics, and people? When I got off the plane at National Airport, I watched for a woman named Claire holding a sign that said "Garn." Garn--  U.S. Senator Jake Garn from Utah -- … [Read more...]