Friday, October 31, 2008

Trick or Treat

I always wanted to use a pillow case to collect my loot, but my mother thought that was tacky.
So my three siblings and I would hit the streets every year carrying orange, plastic, pumpkin-shaped containers instead.


Thursday, October 30, 2008


I’m working on a mini craft project. It involves spray paint.
Buying the spray paint involved finding an authorized Michael’s employee to unlock the caged display.
My paint pick was then whisked to the front counter where I could rejoin it at checkout.
Once at checkout, the checker made sure I was of legal spray-paint buying age.
She did this by looking at me and saying, “You’re over 18.”
“Yup,” I confirmed.


Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Endless Possibilities

“It’s up to you,” a priest I know was told when trying to decide what to do with his life.
Those words belong to each of us.
"It's up to you."
We don’t have to choose God or love or service or sacrifice, but we can if we want to.
Our life is what we choose it to be.


Tuesday, October 28, 2008

The Secret Lives of Old People

Today at the funeral of my dear friend’s grandmother, I found out the 86-year-old woman I always regarded as frail had been an avid line dancer.
I’m not talking about in her youth. I mean up until very recently.
And her husband, who died a few years back, was the DJ at one of their clubs.
He reportedly had better music than the dance instructor.


Monday, October 27, 2008

Tiny bites

The woman I work with can make a piece of cake last all afternoon.
She nibbles on her coffee-shop treat from the time she returns from lunch until minutes before she leaves for the day.
In my presence, cake doesn’t enjoy such a long life span.


Sunday, October 26, 2008

Dinner Plans

My dad told me today he would be calling my mom, sister and me each day to find out what we’re making for dinner that night. He plans to eat at whoever’s home has the most appealing menu.


Saturday, October 25, 2008


If what they say about you is that you were who you were, radically individual and completely authentic.
And that who you were made people laugh more easily.
If people who didn’t know you are inspired by your example of love and want to live better because of you.
That, my friend, is a life well lived.


Friday, October 24, 2008

Lost in Translation

“Do you want to try this bread?” I asked, offering to share.
“No, it has the word 'Bio' in the name.”
His logic caused me pause, so I inspected the sample’s package.
It appears “Bio Sonnemblumen” is just a fancy, foreign way of saying “Organic Sunflower Seed Bread.”


Thursday, October 23, 2008

Give What You Can

Friendship requires, among other things, the occasional use of elbow grease and a knack for cleaning baseboards.


Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Like A Party, Only Quiet

“You know how we bump into our friends at adoration?” my husband observed. “Do you think that’s what heaven will be like?”
“Yes, but my heaven will have more talking.”


Tuesday, October 21, 2008


“Be a lamp, a lifeboat, or a ladder.” ~ Rumi
I’ve been thinking about this simple sentence and how I aspire to live it in thought, word and deed.


Monday, October 20, 2008

In Disguise

Imagine God is constantly handing us diamonds, but sometimes his gifts look like rocks. But they are diamonds.


Sunday, October 19, 2008


The ability to truly dance as if no one is watching.
Best observed in 2 ½ year olds.


Saturday, October 18, 2008

Polite Inquiry or Pick Up Line?

“I don’t know if this is rude, but I smelled your perfume when you were over there. What is that you’re wearing?” asked the man I do not know.
“Oh. I don’t wear perfume,” I replied.
“I could have sworn I smelled something,” the man insisted.
“Maybe soap,” I shrugged, smelling my scentless hands as I walked away.


Friday, October 17, 2008


Maybe it’s not, as I’ve thought, that we suffer because Christ suffered, because Our Lady suffered.
Maybe I had it mixed up.
Maybe they suffered because we suffer.
Because they knew we would suffer, that there was no avoiding it no matter what, and they wanted to be close to us.


Thursday, October 16, 2008

Thinking of You

Sometimes your heart breaks for someone, for their sadness.
And all you can do is pray.


Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Father-Daughter Date

I saw a man in a restaurant with a baby today. No mother in sight.
Just a father and his 10-month-old daughter.
The scene was sweet, but so unusual it startled me.
What is it about our society that makes seeing a dad and his young child alone together so uncommon?


Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Clean the Cup

“Oh, you Pharisees! Although you cleanse the outside of the cup and the dish, inside you are filled with plunder and evil. You fools! Did not the maker of the outside also make the inside? But as to what is within, give alms, and behold, everything will be clean for you.”
~ Luke 11: 39-41

Give alms. Give to others. Make a gift of yourself.


Monday, October 13, 2008

At the Mission

A sign outside the Carmel Basilica provides timeless direction:
“Always go forward and never turn back.”
~ Blessed Junipero Serra


Sunday, October 12, 2008

Business + Pleasure

John works. I play.


Saturday, October 11, 2008


She tells me she tires of the cool ocean breeze.
Are you kidding, I think.
I suppose even paradise has its flaws.


Friday, October 10, 2008

Shelter to None

Twelve Ficus live in the hotel lobby.
Their treetops press against the glass ceiling.
I wonder if they long for birds.


In Memory

She had a picture of her father in a heart-shaped locket tied to her bouquet.
Her mother walked her down the aisle.


Thursday, October 9, 2008

Note To Self:

It’s so tempting to find a clever quote and call it a blog.
But my goal is not to post. It’s to write.
So the words really should be mine.


Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Ho, Ho, Ho

Is it just me or is everyone crazy busy?
Like it’s December minus the holiday cheer.


Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Martha, Martha

“Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me by myself to do the serving? Tell her to help me.” The Lord said to her in reply, “Martha, Martha, you are anxious and worried about many things. There is need of only one thing. Mary has chosen the better part and it will not be taken from her.”
~ Luke 10: 40-42

Did you read what I read?
Mary chose the better part.
It wasn’t given to her. She wasn’t favored. She just made a better choice.
Martha could have made the same choice. There’s enough “better part” to go around.
Sure, maybe no one would have been left to do the serving. But maybe the men would have served themselves.
Maybe all the details Martha fretted over would have worked themselves out if she had chosen, like Mary, to focus on the one thing needed.


Monday, October 6, 2008


I hate to brag, but I spent the day at a golf clinic with LPGA professionals.
I’d never played before, but it didn’t take long for me to understand why people love this sport.
You spend the day outdoors, but unlike hiking or running, you don’t have to breathe too hard and you’re never far from a fully stocked bar.


Sunday, October 5, 2008

Almost Churchill

The priest told us to be like God, and never, never give up.


Saturday, October 4, 2008


Today it was our brand new GPS system that tried my patience.
Two seconds in my hands and the satellites were somehow disabled.
Sometimes I have trouble believing I was actually born and raised in the region known to the rest of the world as Silicon Valley.
By the way, Outlook is still not working.
I’d like to write Gates and Seinfeld, but I am pretty certain my woes are due to human error.


Friday, October 3, 2008


Do you think God needs a reason to kiss you on the forehead?


Thursday, October 2, 2008

I’m a PC.

Well, I own a PC.
But I don’t speak the language, which is why I spent three hours trying to set up my email in Outlook.
After repeated downloading and accepting of licensing agreements, I still don’t have it right and my computer is very slow.
If you’re going to be a PC, I recommend having your own IT.


Wednesday, October 1, 2008

‘I Saw What I Saw’

Sara Groves performed in Redding a few years ago.
I’d never heard her music before then, but I cried through her performance.
I can’t explain it, except to say her songs tell beautiful stories.
This one, not surprisingly, also moves me to tears.


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