that’s wildebeest with an e

Spelling Bee while sipping wine…I can now check that off of my bucket list. Well, if I had a bucket list.

Perhaps I don’t have a bucket list, but I do have a pretty awesome spelling bee partner.

She knows how to spell wildebeest…and I might never forget how to spell wildebeest now.

Oh yeah, we won

And we have shared custody of this sweet trophy.


seeing red

When I see him like this, I see the same strong will that was with him when he was just a one pound micro preemie fighting to live.

I see focus.

I see strength.

I see a determined thoughtfulness that astonishes me as I see this amazing boy child of mine becoming a young man.

A young man who has just earned a red belt.

And a brand new dobok…not a moment too soon because he was outgrowing the old one.

good archers

Don’t think of what you have to do,

don’t consider how to carry it out!

The shot will only go smoothly when it takes the archer himself herself by surprise. ~ Eugen Herrigel, Zen in the Art of Archery.

LITERALLY what I was thinking when I hit that bullseye.

LITERALLY the advice I gave Jodie when she went back to give it a try because if mom can hit a bullseye with her first shot, why can’t she?

We’ll go with that.

Then again, we were the only ones to win mockingjay pins.

There is that.

Like mother, like daughter.

Anyone who was taking the archery games seriously today at Bill’s company picnic was sorely disappointed.

this one time at yoga camp…

Nineteen days into my 30 Day Yoga Camp and one thing I can honestly say is that I am gaining a whole new respect of what my body can do and what i can no longer do.

Folding forward, resting my elbows on the mat in between my legs straddled…barely…not really…I pause and reflect on the fact that my achy hips won’t let me really straddle and the reality that as my 54th birthday approacheth I am no longer middle aged…more like past middle aged, which means my parents really are old and yes, means that I am getting older too and this body of mine is getting older and that really kind of sucks. Then again, here I am, on the floor, legs spread wide…kind of, sort of, barely…and I am folded forward in-between them with my elbows resting easily on the mat in front of me. Not bad, I tell myself as I slowly exhale and lean even more into this pose and rest my forehead on top of my forearms. Not bad at all.

Today’s mantra was I Respect and yes, I am learning a whole new respect for me…the me that I am…right here, right now.

Oh, and, I have all kinds of respect for the me that earned this medal.

A medal earned for doing perhaps more work than this girl has done.



Everyone in the world should get a standing ovation at least once in their life because we all overcometh the world. ~ August Pullman’s Precept, Wonder, RJ Palacio

The very best thing about today’s 7th & 8th grade awards assembly?

Hearing students and teachers loudly whooping and hollering and applauding for your son when his name is called.

The second-best thing?

At the end of the assembly when several students come up to you to say, “Hi Daniel’s mom!” One even took the time to introduce himself and shake my hand.

The third best thing?

My kid was the only one who made a point to step away after receiving his awards to come hug his mom. Parents around me were hella jealous because what 7th or 8th grader does that?…in public?

I might have gotten a little teary at today’s awards assembly. Perhaps I shouldn’t have been listening to Adele’s new album, 25, on my way to the school.


and yes, Karen, this was a good week!