10 Lessons about moving

I keep a five-year journal , a charming little gem that allows me to write five-line entries for five years. Every day, it tells me exactly what I was doing the previous year on the same day. My daily entries from last year at this time included : Last visit to our home in Virginia. That house is packed with memories. Not sure I can handle any more tears or goodbyes. Signed our closing papers and hit the road for Utah. I can't believe it. Staying in Missouri. Just outside … [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...]

Silent Night, Holy Night

Last night we went with friends to a Christmas sing-along at Wolf Trap, where we sat outside on the lawn, bundled in blankets and coats to sing Christmas carols with thousands of other people who came to kick off the holiday season. With all the bad news of the world swirling around us, it was a gift to be in a peaceful place with a massive group of kind, generous people singing songs of joy. At the end of the evening, “The President’s Own” United States Marine Band led us in singing Silent … [Read more...]

Friendship 101

Meet my friend, Trina. Don't go stealing her away though. Just meet her and appreciate her like I do. I am perhaps the most blessed woman in the world in many ways. One of them is that I have terrific friends. Trina is one of them. How do I love her? Let me count the ways: 1. She is my flower fairy. It started when I was labeled with the dreaded "C" word. She came over and planted pansies in my flowerbed so that I could see them every day and be reminded that I … [Read more...]

The trouble with fashionable friends

I have two dear friends who are total fashionistas. I won’t say their names, but one starts with a C even though it sounds like it should start with a K; and, the other one starts with a J and ends with the word ann. Shopping is their hobby, their passion, and their expertise. I also have a daughter that might be morphing into one of those too. They exude style and good taste. I love them. I really do. But sometimes they just aggravate me to death with their wear-anything … [Read more...]