This time of day, 

after the shoulds, the musts and the have to dos are done.

The kids are tucked.

The dishes are running and the laundry is drying. 

This time of day is for me. 

I open the bedroom window, 

to a chorus of frog song. 

I feel like a queen on her balcony saying goodnight to her adoring subjects. 

I turn on the bedside lamp, choose a book from the 23 in the pile, 

and flop down on my queen bed. 

I fluff and snuggle until all the pillows and blankets are just so, 

and then, 

I exhale. 

And read. And revel in today’s beauty. 

And give thanks for the blessing of today. 


House of Gold 

Certainly as a single mom of three kids, life can have its challenging moments. But honestly, there is so much beauty in my life it constantly makes it all worthwhile.

Last night we went to the school talent show, we spent money to get in, made a donation, brought brownies, made donations to eat our own brownies, my kids performed magic tricks and songs, we were engaged in this thing.

So many talented kiddos performed including a treat when members of the Oly Mountain Boys went on stage.

As we put away chairs after the performance, 2 of my kiddos helped with clean up, while the other one went around offering our left over brownies to the rest of the kiddos.

I love these kids, their hearts are truly made of gold. And that means my family lives in a House of Gold.  

Here’s to love. May you give it, feel it and live it.

Frog Song 

  The evening is crisp,

the sun long asleep.

The moon cradles the sky

nestled, in her sky hammock.

As the evening comes to a close

and little babes are tucked into sleep,

a chorus of frogs brings the evening alive with song. 

Perhaps they are rejoicing as the winter changes to spring.

Perhaps it’s a love song to the moon that they sing.

Whatever the reason, our ears embrace their bold melody. 

Sing my friends, 

this evening is your stage 

and children’s ears your adoring audience.

And so the night goes on, 

radiating with sweet music. 


Gratitude – Day 4 – Music 

 Music has been a huge part of my life since I was a tiny girl. 

My mom was a music major who sang sweet songs to me as I grew up. My dad played the flute and guitar. My grandmothers played piano and my grandfathers loved to sing. 

So, it’s no surprise that I grew up singing and loving music. I started singing in the school choir in elementary school. Soon my love of singing grew so much that I joined the Seattle Girls Choir. Two nights a week, 3 hours at a time for six years. Spring concerts, holiday concerts, signing on the Christmas ship Seattle. 

Eventually, in high school we got pretty good. We were invited to international competitions in Finland and the next year in Hungary. Because of this singing group, I was able to travel Europe, and Russia as a young woman. We stayed with homestay families, sang in 12 languages and traveled by bus with best friends. This experience broadened my scope of what the world really looks like. I witnessed bread lines around the block and the extreme kindess of families with little monetary resources but a lot of caring. 

Singing and touring was incredible, but I must say a lot of work and kind of intense. When I finished college, got married and had kids I decided to take a break from singing and focus more on nursery rhymes. I got pretty good at those. 

As life would have it, I ended up getting a divorce and raising the kids by myself. for awhile I was in such survival mode, I didn’t have the energy to focus on music. As things have gotten easier, I see my love of music coming back. I have playlists for everything on my phone – the morning, workouts, house cleaning, etc. I sing in the car and while doing the dishes. I play guitar, poorly but I’m learning. I drive the kids crazy with my silly songs, but deep down I know they like it. 

I sing when I’m joyful and when I’m sad. I sing when I’m telling stories or asking the kids to do chores. 

And now, the coolest thing has happened. The kids sing too. We bust out in the car, at the dinner table, we are even working on harmonies and beat-boxing! 

So today, I am thankful for music, and the richness it brings into my life. 

Love, lessons and ice cream

You know that thing where you realize something so obvious, that it feels like you just walked head-first into a door? That happened.

I’m a pretty functional human, if I do say so myself. By no means do I have it all together but I have a wonderful family, good job, loving friends, and I make a mean pot of soup.

I was walking with a friend today who makes me laugh out loud, sometimes at something she says, and sometimes at myself. We were talking about love and relationships and health and well-being. I was trying to convince her why it was a good idea to work through my issues with an ex-boyfriend. You see, I have a great deal of love and respect for this ex, he is a seriously fantastic human. The kind of human that it is hard to let go of, even if the relationship has proved not to work. So, as I was saying, I was telling my friend how great he is and how we could work on things together. And then, she stops in the middle of the walk, stretches her arms out as far as they can go and yells, “no!”. Oh. That happened.

Sometimes we need friends to tell us when we are being unreasonable. Time to take off the rose-colored glasses mama and see it for what it is. Soooooo haaaaard toooo saaaaaay!

And here’s to friends for reminding us to be our most authentic self, when we forget.

Tonight, I turned one of my all time favorite songs, and thought about love. Man I have been lucky.

Here’s to love, it is truly delicious.