Category: Living

Life is hard. And full. And awesome. Live it.

  • First

    First

    Going first is exciting and frightening: challenging and hopeful. It is also almost always where the magic happens.

  • Merry Christmas – with hope and love

    Merry Christmas – with hope and love

    Wishing you and yours a Merry Christmas – however it comes and in whatever way you may celebrate – may this be a season of joy.

  • A children’s choir concert

    A children’s choir concert

    We have a twisted view of excellence and expectation; and we are afraid that there is more than one way to teach.

  • Joy – something better than happy

    Joy – something better than happy

    We take the word joy as a synonym for happy. Something we are, rather than a momentary emotion. The distinction can help lead to both.

  • The Ridiculous Problem with Christmas Tree Toppers

    The Ridiculous Problem with Christmas Tree Toppers

    Christmas trees topped with glowing stars are beautiful. There is no doubt why we do it. How we do it, on the other hand…

  • When reality isn’t extreme

    When reality isn’t extreme

    Most of the time the stuff we’re arguing about really is what we’re arguing about. It’s easy to play it out, to slide down that slippery slope, take it all the way to the inevitable conclusion. And stake a claim out there. For them. That what they’re saying is so unbelievably ridiculous. To assume we…

  • Playing with Presentation

    Playing with Presentation

    Sometimes I like to play with the look of this website. Often it is because I’ve gotten bored or I’ve seen something I like somewhere else. And sometimes it isn’t about my site, my vision, or my expectations. I sometimes get the desire to change things up because something in the world changes and I…

  • Create – the forgotten language of the season

    Create – the forgotten language of the season

    One year my Mom tried to get us to make our Christmas gifts for one another. There is some serious backstory to all of this, but suffice it to say, she thought she was offering us an antidote to what ailed us. My Mom is an artist. So everyone groaned and thought she had a…