Reboot, Rejuvenate, Resurrect

When Words Become a Course of Action Do you make a distinction between sharing your opinion, giving advice, and advising? I do! I began randomly gathering other opinions on July 1st. I did not know my research would be assessed on July 5th. I have developed a fondness for the phrase “in my opinion.” It feels like safe space. One’s opinion is theirs… period. The listeners can agree or disagree, but they can’t—or shouldn’t—deem it wrong. When an opinion is shared that I don’t a

BUCKING HORSE In a previous blog post, “The Habit of Not,” I asked myself this question: Had I developed a habit of not seeing or listening to my heart when it whispered personal truths? The example I shared then was my lack of acknowledgment that hospitality, hosting, and entertaining others often tied me into a knot. That question lingered. I describe myself as accomplished, with a healthy dose of ego and self-esteem built from the inside out. When a crack appears in my

Lessons from Pothos I believe much of what we need to know about sustaining healthy relationships can be gleaned from the intentional observation of nature. You are not required to subscribe to my belief, but I invite you to consider what a thriving plant can teach us about restoration, renewal, and growth. The Gift of a Cutting My Sistah-friend in Florida cares for a magnificent pot of pothos. It is the centerpiece of her lanai—her screened porch, for those of us who live ou

THE HONEY MAN Four children under twelve and I piled into EarthMother—my blue car—to visit The Honey Man. We needed honey for our daily coffee, and for health reasons we prefer it locally made and harvested. I also like taking the kids on outings their parents might not think about doing. During the pandemic, we discovered we could buy honey just steps from the hives where bees do their work. Honey does not appear by accident. Making honey is dangerous and time-consuming