Leaving Today: A Prayerful Pause

The sky is still dark, but I left my phone downstairs and Sean’s pillow is hiding the alarm clock, so I don’t know for sure what time it is. The nerves in my feet jolt at the realization that morning…

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A Friend to Count On

I lost a friend this year. He wasn’t my best friend. He had never been my boyfriend. He was not even a friend that I had seen very recently, but he was a dear friend from my youth - someone…

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Oh, What a Knight! Drumming with Dame Evelyn Glennie

Thanks to my husband, Sean J. Kennedy, who produced this video, I enjoyed a dream-com-true type of experience when I saw my snare drum recording side-by-side with legendary percussionist, Dame Evelyn Glennie. The common thread between us is that we…

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A Band-Aid on the Battlefield

A Band-Aid on the Battlefield 

I’ve been trying to write something new, but now does not feel like the time for the recording of musings and shenanigans, which are very much woven into the fabric of this blog.  

There are…

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Online Living: Checking Out the New Views

This Sunday looks a lot different than any before in our corner of the world, even last week. Normally, at this time on Sunday afternoon, just as many of us are returning home from church, the gym, or visiting friends…

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Cracking Up 

When I was a little kid, my heart would drop and pound wildly whenever President Reagan addressed the nation from the Oval Office. Usually, by the time he appeared on the screen, I had absorbed droplets of news here and…

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Happy Groundhog Day?

The dreary months of January and February are notoriously depressing, especially in the northern states where the bareness of the trees, the grayness of the sky, and the sharpness of the wind serve as natural antidotes to rays of sunshine…

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Babysitters, Bettors, and Bifocals

A few years ago, I winced when the optometrist bluntly predicted, “The progressive lens. Not yet, but soon.” Progressive lenses. Bifocals. Spectacles. It all sounded to me like a little, old lady, Edna Broadbottom, sitting behind a gray, oversized typewriter…

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Please Stop Asking Boys What Sports They Play

Here’s a newsflash for men and boys everywhere: You don’t have to be an athlete to be awesome. 

One of my favorite pastimes is watching 5-year-olds play tee-ball, not because it’s inspirational to usher children into a new era of…

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May Tomorrow Be a Perfect Day

I was three years old when the Osmonds rocked my world, and despite the dim, fragmented, early childhood memories I have of the seventies, the regularly maintained Friday night routine from 1976-1979 remains crystal clear.  

After bathtime, my parents would…

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