Gloria 9/10/25 Gloria 9/10/25

The What vs The Who

In a recent YouTube video, the commentator asked a very catchy question. “Are we building a resume or crafting a life?” He went on to explain the difference:

A job resume would be a list of work virtues given to a potential employer.

This is ‘The What’.

Crafting a life could be a list of moral virtues read at a Eulogy.

This is ‘The Who’.

Katherine 9/3/25 Katherine 9/3/25

Truth in the Media

Is it just me, or do you feel overwhelmed with the amount of news being disseminated and the number of sources it comes from?

Gail 8/26/25 Gail 8/26/25

I Knew You Once

I recently learned of the passing of two men with whom I had the honor and privilege of knowing for a short time. Both died suddenly and unexpectedly in their fifties.

Marcie Miller 8/17/25 Marcie Miller 8/17/25

STA-PUF PRO SPORT

Gene glared at me, wounded. He was hurt – mostly that I was laughing at him, because who likes to be laughed at? And there I was, tears streaming, shaking with laughter, doubled over with silent guffaws and unable to stop, or even catch my breath without a braying rasp. To be fair, he was also actually injured.

Barb 8/13/25 Barb 8/13/25

My Pet Peeve

I’m guessing all of us have at least one pet peeve, one that makes us roll our eyes, bite our tongues, or count to ten.

Katherine 7/31/25 Katherine 7/31/25

Consequential Conversations Part 2: Silence

Yesterday, in my blog on civility, I mentioned that a silent response to disagreements that arise may be construed as apathy, agreement, or a way to avoid conflict. A silent response that is misinterpreted in this way doesn’t help bring understanding or a resolution to the differences between people.

Katherine 7/30/25 Katherine 7/30/25

Consequential Conversations Part 1: Civility

Do you avoid conflict? Do you find it hard to disagree with someone during a meaningful conversation?

Diane 7/23/25 Diane 7/23/25

Growing Up in Queens

I was born in the 1950’ s and came of age during the social upheaval of the sixties.

Gail 7/16/25 Gail 7/16/25

Coasting

The loss of a parent is hard; the grief is always there, buried, yet emerging when triggered by a memory, scent, or story. This is my story.

Julie Danneberg 7/13/25 Julie Danneberg 7/13/25

A Pilgrimage to the Future

Lately, I’ve been thinking about taking a pilgrimage. Not by walking the Santiago Trail. Not by journeying to a religious site. Not even by going on a solitary meditation retreat. Actually, I’m thinking about taking a pilgrimage to the present moment.

Gloria 7/9/25 Gloria 7/9/25

My Dragonfly

What does a dragonfly symbolize? Some say renewal, positive forces, or the power of life. In some cultures, it holds a deep spiritual meaning of wisdom or pointing to a higher self.

Barb 7/2/25 Barb 7/2/25

The “F” Word

So, call me “a goody two shoes” but fart was a no-no word growing up in our household, or at least I thought so.

Gloria 6/18/25 Gloria 6/18/25

The Garden

The other morning, I read a meaningful and true reflection on The Divine Garden. It journeyed from the Garden of Eden’s abundance and growth to the Garden of Gethsemane’s surrender, and finally to the Eternal Garden of peace. The meditation included three components of a garden: Order, Beauty, and Life

Gail 6/11/25 Gail 6/11/25

How Many Summers Do We Have Left?

Lately, I have heard many parents, celebrities, and professionals discuss how they have so little time with their children before they go to college. In a very distraught voice, I overheard a young parent say, "I only have seven more summers with my child before they leave home."

Bella Wright 6/8/25 Bella Wright 6/8/25

Sailor and the Sea

The sailor had been alone at sea for a long time, but not long before he started talking to the sea. At first, the crashing, bubbling, and salt-scratching his palate of a life raft were nothing but ordinary noises,

Barb 6/4/25 Barb 6/4/25

The Goldilocks Conundrum

Did Goldilocks strive for just-right perfection or settle for a balanced midpoint given only three choices?

Gail 5/28/25 Gail 5/28/25

How Do You Choose?

I pull up to the red light and see him standing very close to my car. He's holding a small cardboard sign. His hands and face hold many days of dirt, etched in the wrinkles of his brow and the ridges of his worn-out knuckles.