Kill the Grinch
On this eve of December, I’m scheming how to jam-pack the next 31 days with as much my-cup-runneth-over joy as possible.
I dare you to do the same.
Curious about God and People, Clumsy in the Kitchen (Now with a Baby!)
On this eve of December, I’m scheming how to jam-pack the next 31 days with as much my-cup-runneth-over joy as possible.
I dare you to do the same.
All the festive, family fun caught up with me today, and I napped the afternoon away.
Read more...Today included introducing my cousin to falafels, which she wasn’t at first convinced were a real thing, re-introducing myself multiple times to my great aunt, and watching MTV’s Nitro Circus with my dad, uncle, cousin and John. Tell me, could we be any more All-American?
Read more...Seven years ago, when I was living in Arizona, I was part of a team that covered the mayhem known as Black Friday. While I typically don’t enjoy malls or crowds or packed parking lots, it was one of the most fun days I had as a reporter. Since then, I’ve wanted to try this version of organized chaos for myself. And today was my chance. Yes, I’ve technically had a half a dozen other opportunities to hit the stores the day after Thanksgiving. But this year my 16-year-old goddaughter was in town. What better way to fuel a marathon shopping trip than with Starbucks and the enthusiasm of a teenager?
Read more...We arrived at our Thanksgiving Day destination, opened the back of my parents’ Jeep and watched in horror as all four bottles of wine rolled out of the vehicle, onto the ground and down the slopped driveway. From inside her house, my sister could see and hear my father’s reaction. “Oh, no. Oh, no. The wine. The wine,” he exclaimed with his hands on his head. Let me tell you, folks, it was a true Thanksgiving miracle that not one bottle broke, not one sip was spilled.
Read more...Fun. Festive. Family-filled. Yes. Yes. Yes.
But I’ve never known a holiday to be restful, no matter how many days off accompany it.
“Whoever saves one life, saves the whole world.”
It all comes down to ordinary people doing the good that needs to be done. When that doesn’t happen, the most terrible, unimaginable horrors take place.
Tonight I met a man who survived the Holocaust. I got to listen to his story. He was only about 16 when he escaped the Warsaw Ghetto. He was helped by a young man about his own age. After the war, he found out that his friend lost his life for helping Jews. Such people are known as the “Righteous among the Nations of the World.” The quote above is written on medals to honor them.
John overheard our friends’ 6-year-old daughter ask her dad what he thought her voice would sound like when she was older. “Beautiful,” he said without a moment’s thought.
Read more...“My kingdom does not belong to this world.” ~John 18:36
Jesus was speaking to Pilate when he said this, and it wasn’t in the course of a casual conversation. Jesus had been arrested and would be sentenced to death. I can’t imagine he was relaxed, but he certainly seems unattached. And detachment seems to be one of the most important lessons worth learning. This simple sentence is a reminder to me not to cling too tightly to anything in this life.
Solemnity of Christ the King
I am not a shopper, and a pair of jeans I was trying on today seemed to know this. This particular pair of jeans protested the mere possibility of coming home with me by slicing my finger with its sales tag. Yes, there was blood. And the jeans were banished to the unwanted section of the dressing room.
Read more...The big feast of Thanksgiving is almost here, and you can help make the holiday happy for a family in need.
Sacred Heart Community Service in San Jose has made it easier than ever to act on your good intentions.
Click here and give. Just $18 buys turkey for two families.
And they are not even mine:
“Whatever you are, be a good one.”
~Abraham Lincoln
What we learned is you shouldn’t use a vacuum to dust the tops of dressers, especially if jewelry sits on top of the dresser. Unless, of course, you want to wear a face mask and sift through filth.
Read more...My mom is my secret weapon. This is especially true if the mission involves feeding a crowd, throwing a party or tying a pretty bow.
Read more...Everyone I know has something significant happening tomorrow. OK, five people. But we’re talking things as serious as surgery and as happy as my brother’s 25th birthday. Some of these folks, despite being friends with me, are rather private. So without going into every detail, I’m sending out an all-call for positive energy. Whenever you read this, please say a prayer for these special people, and God will know exactly who you mean and what needs to be done. Thank you.
Read more...“I need to talk to you guys about Thanksgiving,” my sister said to me and mom. “How do you feel about having two sweet potato dishes?”
(No, I really didn't see a problem.)
To all my penny-pinching, wine-loving friends: I’m looking for the very best cheap wine money can buy. If it gives you a blinding headache, do not list it here. If you make a sour face when drinking it, that’s no good either. But if it costs less than $5 bucks and you genuinely like it, I want to hear about it. If you have a favorite for under $10, please tell me about that one, too. Consider it a public service. The holidays are one social gathering after another, and people need to know what to drink without breaking the bank. (PS: If I can buy it at Trader Joe's or Costco, even better.)
Read more...I love the optimism of marketers. Companies I’ve never bought a thing from think I’m suddenly going to spend $27 for a candied apple just because they sent me a fancy catalog at Christmastime.
Read more...“Do not let the perfect be the enemy of the good.”
I believe Voltaire said that, although the quote might not be 100 percent correct. But I’m going to let it go. I’m not going to make myself crazy over it. And I’m going to see how many other things I can let go. Not that anyone would ever mistake me for a perfectionist. Right now, I’m shushing the inner critic who is laughing as she points out all the places my life is riddled with a lack of perfectionism, a lack of excellence. She says I shouldn’t give myself any excuse for leniency. For sure, she would run a tighter ship. It would be all tough love and discipline, baby. But at 11 o’clock on a Thursday night, I’m not interested in tough love or discipline or the hours of work left constantly undone. I’m interested in sleep, and whatever was or wasn’t accomplished today will have to be good enough.
The best way for me to get something done is to have something else pressing to do.
Read more...I made pancakes for dinner.
The important part of that sentence is: I made dinner.
The goal of the day was to Get Things Done.
But the invisible team of Undone seems to have won.
I’ll listen to any woman who has been married 53 years and still dances with her cheek pressed against the chest of her husband. Her advice: “Give and take.”
Read more...Today’s events included a breakfast party, a dinner party and a nap in between.
Read more...This week felt like one crazy tragic news story after another. I’m wondering if every week is this way and I only just noticed because we added Headline News to the radio rotation at work.
Read more...It sounded interesting, but I did not enjoy my 67-cent coconut-curry-milk-chocolate bar. The yellow-stained wrapper should have told me that this flavor experiment had gone awry.
Read more...I heard the man say, “We have to be careful because we can underestimate ourselves.” And I knew he was right because so many times I give up before I even start.
Read more...Oh, the anxiety my worrisome mind creates. It is a master of What Could Go Wrong. My soul would prefer not to be bothered with such neurotic games. “Shhh,” my soul says. “Trust. Trust. Trust. Everything is as it should be.”
Read more...My family celebrates Dia De Los Muertos with an enchilada feast, homemade “Day of the Dead” bread, and an altar dedicated to my grandparents, the two babies my mother miscarried and, this year, the baby my sister and her husband lost in July.
At my church, we write the names of those who have died on pieces of paper and place them on the altar for the entire month of November.
To an outsider, these traditions may seem bizarre or morbid or simply sad. But to me this designated time for remembrance is a chance to connect. It’s a chance to thank those I’ve loved for the kindness and beauty they brought to my life.
Some people, without me ever having met them, have had the most extraordinary impact on my life. John’s mother is at the top of that list. And how could I ever thank her except through an act of remembering her in my heart?
If there are loved ones you would like to remember, I invite you to write their names in a comment, and I promise to place them on the altar at my church next Sunday.
I’m really warming up to this Great Day of Pretend. I could do without the gore and violence, but I like the idea of becoming, even for an evening, the person you dream of being. I like the idea that even the humble pumpkin can transform into a grand jack-o-lantern.
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