I was never a morning person. In fact, the earlier I am expected to rise, the worse my dread of the morning becomes. The summer of 1982 was especially rough. Having just finished high school, I got a job at a collection agency stuffing envelopes every weekday in downtown Chicago.  This meant that I would … Continue reading RISE AND SHINE


It’s not fair. It was a brutal, challenging winter, and now, it’s a chilly, erratic spring. Today’s warm air left me longing for more.  A warmth infused with sunshine.  I imagine a late morning in July when the birds have quieted down; everything is sun-soaked, and the green lawns and trees are lush.  Remember that … Continue reading Uncertainty

The Mixed Blessings of St. Patrick’s Day

“Whenever a man does a thoroughly stupid thing, it is always from the noblest motives.”  ― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray I love a parade, and every March, I can’t help but feel a certain pride in my Irish heritage. It is celebrated everywhere, and if you think about it, there is much to … Continue reading The Mixed Blessings of St. Patrick’s Day

Feeling embattled? Calling all warriors.

“I hate to turn on the news!”       “It’s all bad.”              “I’m off Facebook” “I can’t watch.” You’ve heard it all, and regardless of your political stance, you agree.  The randomness of the catastrophes, the ugliness of the hate, and the stench of blame are disheartening. Most of us are offended by … Continue reading Feeling embattled? Calling all warriors.

True Belonging or True to Yourself?

True belonging is an instinctual need and is one of life’s sweetest pleasures. Where do you belong? Is it your hometown, your neighborhood, your parish?  Did you belong to the popular group in high school? Or perhaps you were on the winning team that one glorious season in childhood? Maybe your sense of belonging came … Continue reading True Belonging or True to Yourself?

A Weekday Lesson

It was the first morning in weeks that the humidity had lifted bringing precious breathing space.  On the screened porch, still in my pajamas, I stole a moment of the crispness in the air, but that was it. There was too much to get done. After the morning rush and an hour of volunteering, I … Continue reading A Weekday Lesson