Chasing slow is counter-cultural. Many of us have grown accustomed to hustling through our days, and I wonder if the imposed slowdown is inviting us to measure the details of our lives. Most of us grow restless after a few seconds of imposed stillness, but what would happen if we used this time to pay…… Continue reading Quarantine Chronicles: An Experiment in Intentional Observation
Seasons, wherefore art thou? For some of you, a new season is playing out in majestic ways right in front of your eyes. For others, like me, the anticipation of experiencing a new season is palpable. Although the calendar says we are in Autumn, the temperatures don’t match what I expect it to feel like.…… Continue reading Porch Pondering Part Two: Seasons
Growing up, I hated having a summer birthday. My displeasure was rooted in the inability to have my classmates enjoy special treats, sing to me, and come to my birthday party. Getting people together for a summer birthday is comparable to herding cats. [And all the summer birthdays said amen!] While most children celebrated the…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
Before my dreams of being a lawyer, I wanted to be a singer. I had all the heart and zero stage fright. Forget that my “stage” was in an empty church. As a child, those details were inconsequential. Desire trumped rational. [Spoiler alert: I did not become a performer or a lawyer, but they were…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
Divorce has the illusion of being an easy solution for struggling relationships. It appears to be as simple as changing out the curtains in the living room when chevron is no longer trending. There is a dark side of divorce that isn’t displayed in sitcoms and headlines, and it involves a great deal of heartache.…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
Talking on the phone is one of my least favorite activities of all times. As in, I want to hide when my phone starts ringing [not exaggerating, but please don’t feel the need to test this theory]. Okay, that’s not entirely true. As a teen, I’d stretch that wall-mounted phone cord beyond its limits and…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
Proper table settings make me nervous. While I distinctly remember the lesson in Brownies, I also remember panic moving in simultaneously. Did the spoon and knife go together? Where did the napkin belong? What if I didn’t get the place setting right? I promise I’m not exaggerating. Setting the table sends me googling and worrying…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
Depending on your definition of a morning person, I may or may NOT be one. I [might] prefer keeping talking to a minimum while my brain wakes up and my limbs respond to its corresponding signals. In the morning, I [might] drag around with a cup of hot tea giving silent smiles in response to…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
The memory of the moment remains with me after all these years. Camp Widjiwagan was my home for one week, which was just enough time to sear the experience in my mind. Amid all the wonderful camp fire songs, the sound of creaky cabin doors and floors, and glorious camp food, we also enjoyed pool…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
Last year, during a passing conversation, a wise friend asked me if I noticed any reoccurring feedback for my teaching or writing. Until she asked the question, I hadn’t been attentive enough to notice a repeating theme. Suffice it to say, I resolved to listen with new intention. As I listened, a common response DID…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
Alyssa DeLosSantos 