Some days are ordinary. Others are extraordinary, and life changing. And world changing. September 11, 2001 was extraordinary. But for me, it started out oh so ordinary. Kids in school, birds chirping in the trees. My ironing pile had stacked up, and I decided to tackle it. Amanda had a varsity volleyball game that night, and I was so, so excited for her. I had dropped Greg off at school, and he was so excited about his upcoming football game. I was sipping my coffee, and on the phone with my best friend, Robin. I can still smell the aroma of coffee mixed with spray starch, hear the hiss of the iron as it hit the wrinkled shirt. I had the television tuned to the Today show, but the sound was down so Robin and I could chat. Continue reading “Memories of 9/11”
When I was a little girl, and later as a teen I sporadically wrote in my diary. You know the kind I’m talking about, right? Mine was yellow, with flowers and a little girl on the front cover, and had a lock. I lost the keys, (it came with two) but figured out how to lock and unlock it with a bobby pin. I poured my heart out in the pages of my little diary, griping about how mean my dad was, and the “hunks” and “foxes” I was apparently madly in love with. I found that diary later, and let me tell you, it was as embarrassing as it sounds! The act of keeping a diary served a purpose though, it was a safe space to pour out my heart, and daydream a little.
Continue reading “Five Easy Ways to Keep a Journal to Tell Your Story”
Forever Fierce day is finally here! The Forever Fierce Revolution is a revolt against stereotypes and ageist thought. We, as a small army of midlife women, are using our blogs to battle ageism. It is my honor, and an incredible privilege to be able to share these voices with you. Real women. Real voices. Real fierceness that’s forged from battles and victories and challenges. Real fierceness is created from struggles and an attitude of survival. I believe that it’s a choice…to be FIERCE. The definition of fierce is “showing a heartfelt and powerful intensity”. The common thread I found in all these stories was this: Faith. It’s clear to me that their strength comes from their deep faith, and in their incredible resilience. God has given them beauty for ashes. And a fierce faith. Read on, and be inspired.
Isiaah 61:3 to grant to those who mourn in Zion— to give them a beautiful headdress instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, the garment of praise instead of a faint spirit; that they may be called oaks of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he may be glorified.