I have a very special relationship with the lemon. Weird, I know. I love big bowls of lemons heaped on a table, fresh lemonade on a hot summer day, the smell of citrus in the air any time of year. In part, this comes from a conversation I used to have with my Dad on a semi-regular basis. He loved to talk about turning your lemons into lemonade. It made me chuckle.
This is the beginning of a journey for me. It is embracing some endings in my life and looking forward to what is right, what is important, and what brings joy to my family and home. Sometimes to go forward we must go backwards. Going backwards is hard. Looking at your life from the perspective of what needs fixing, what is going just right, and perhaps, deciding who you want to include in your life as you move forward. I hate looking back, and I truly feel that I live most days without regrets. Regrets are pointless… Continue reading “Finding My Sawdust” »
(The following below is gluten-free)
He must have been about 6 years old at the time, and the question came seemingly out of the blue. “Why do we stand when the flag passes by, Mommy?” he asked with that youthful innocence that is so common. As we stood in the hot sun watching a parade, I looked around. We were in the minority that day; many other people were not standing when the flag floated by. Why were we? Continue reading “Why We Stand” »