Beautiful Friends

I took the time this morning to have breakfast with a friend of mine that I have not seen in a while. We kept talking about getting together but… well you know…kids, work. life,…..

Everything always seemed to get in the way of spending a few hours together. Today we made it work and I am so glad we did. I think it had been over a year since we really sat down and talked. A lot can happen in a year. Kids grow, job changes, struggles, losses, adventures. So many things keeping us way too busy. Today was beautiful. We just simply talked about everything. She is the kind of person that can see the good in every situation. Even the bad ones. I never have to pretend around her. Pretend that things are ok when they are not. She helps me find the answers where there doesn’t seem to be any. She holds my hand and dries my tears. She assures me that things will be fine, that God has a plan in all of this. And she makes me laugh.I love how much we can laugh when we get together. I remember when we used to work together. The best part was how much we could laugh on any given day. Her laughter is infectious. She is good for my soul and she tells me that I am good for hers. Its one of those rare friendships that no matter how much time separates you from getting together, it never changes. You just pick up where you left off. We set up breakfast again for next month. I don’t want to let a year go by again. She is important to me. We all need friends like this in our lives.

Call them… plan some time to catch up…. let them know how important they really are in your life. Don’t be so busy that you let those kind of friendships go by the way side. Thats a terrible waste. You never know when you’re going to need a friend. Or how good it feels to be a friend to someone else.


Just one more

Life has a way of throwing you curveballs. Sometimes when you think.. I’ve had enough and I can’t take any more of this. You get just one more. And sometimes that one more catipults you back into the beauty of living.

Last night I received the sad news that yet another good friend had passed away this last week. As I sat there stunned, tears rolling down my cheeks, memories flooding my head, thinking of Dale. I had to smile. You see… Dale knew how to really live. He lived from the moment he woke up in the morning until he passed out at night. With Dale, there was always something going on. He loved his wife, his kitty’s, his friends, the city where he lived, his causes. Dale LOVED!! It’s the best way I know how to describe him. He went through some awful times. Hard times. Painful times. But it never kept him down.

Every single time I saw Dale he would say “Tell me a story” or “Anything you need to tell me?”  and he listened. He could hear what you didn’t say. Dale made me laugh and he made me smile, always. He had more stories in him than the local barber shop or cafe put together. He was there to lend a helping hand to anyone in need. He didn’t care if he knew you or not.

Dale made a difference.  Dale was loved and he will be missed by all of us.

People come and go in our lives every day. Some we will remember because of the impact that they made on us. How we felt when they were with us. Or.. how they made us want to be in life. Those special people who bring out the best part of us. That make us strive to make a difference ourselves.

That is what I want to surround myself with and what I want to remember about those friends who have passed on. The angels that God blessed my life with for a short time. They made memories within in me that can grow into actions. Actions that can make a difference in my life and to someone else. I can surround myself with like-minded people who want to make a difference  too. Just imagine a world were we all want to help each other. Just imagine.





I am going to start by apologizing. I am all over the board today and I’m trying to figure it  out. This morning I found out that I woman I have known for many years, a girl that I watched grow up, graduate, get married, and have 3 beautiful babies.. A mom, a daughter, a wife… was killed in a head on collision with a drunk driver. Her babies survived, only one is in the hospital. She died. A beautiful life just wiped out because someone got behind the wheel of a car when they shouldn’t have. The other driver and his passenger are in the hospital too. I’m trying to pray for them too but I am having a really hard time. I am heartbroken for Lindsay’s family. Her children who were with her when she died. Her Husband who has to find a way to go on. Her mother who lost her child. It’s making me think of my child. My daughter who was also friends with Lindsay. I want to put her and her family into a bubble of security so nothing can happen to them. I am afraid.

The tears have been going for hours now, in between the rage that I feel. At the other driver, the circumstances and at God. Why do things like this happen? How does one get past this?  I’m trying to understand where God is in all of this. Bad things happen all the time. It is part of life but this? I believe God is there with her family. I believe he is here with me now even though I am so angry  that I want to beat something.I keep telling  myself he has a plan in all of this but then I think of Lindsay and her babies…her family.

I believe this is where faith comes in, even though it’s a bit hidden in the anger and the tears at the moment. I still feel it. I know that my faith will sustain me just as I know the sun will come up again tomorrow and that each day will be a little bit better. I know that no matter what, life goes on. But I hope you don’t mind that I may be a mess for a little while longer.

Hug your kids and your loved ones. If you feel something.. say it. Its OK. Live because you just never know……

I was lost

The new year is almost here. As I sit in the early hours of the morning and sip my coffee, I am reflecting back. For myself it was an eye opening year. A beautiful, enlightening and a life changing painful year. I learned more about myself in 2016 than I ever have before. And I think I finally found me. I was lost for a long time. A very long time.  Maybe since I was a little girl. I have spent many hours crawling through that jungle. I made a lot of mistakes. I own that. Every decision really was mine to make. And every decision I learned something. Its just taken me awhile to put it all together.

You don’t have to be what other’s want you to be. That really isn’t you.. its someone else’s image of what their dream is. Be your own dream. Be yourself.

Love isn’t fair. Sometimes it just doesn’t work. Not for any specific reason but because it just isn’t meant to be. Don’t box yourself in. Let the hurt go. When you release it and live for you, not looking for love, love will find you.

If you hate what you are doing, do something else. It may be the hardest change you will ever make but at least you will be happier. You can’t enjoy life if you are miserable all day long.

Throw fear out the window. I don’t mean common sense, I mean fear. Most of what we think might happen… never does. So just do it… Run a race, write a story, take a trip, try a zip line, all those crazy things you want to try but fear holds you back. Just do it

Breath… Life is moving so fast. Do all those deadlines and ajenda’s, expectations and goals really mean everything? When was the last time you sat back and watched a child play in the land of make believe? Or took a walk in the rain? Or stood quietly and listened to God? Get off the Merry Go Round and just breath.

Make that bucket list. Get a little crazy with it, have some fun. Its your list, your desires. Make it about you. It doesn’t matter if no one wants to join you sometimes. You will meet others that dream a bit crazy like you. My list keeps growing. I want to ride a zipline in the rain forest, take in the sun and the salty air on Santorini Island in Greece. I want to eat pasta in Italy and ride a sailboat around Nantucket. I want to dance in the street of New Orleans and make love on the beach when the ocean tides are rolling in. I want to watch my grandchildren grow up and live their dreams and I want to fall hopelessly in love again.

Go for that dream thats been knocking on your heart forever. God gives us dreams for a reason. Instead of following the masses maybe its time to lay down a new path. There isn’t anything you can’t do if you really want too. It takes time, patience, perseverance and a lot of desire. Life is short…. Go for it…I am.