More (Not) About the Cookies

More (Not) About the Cookies

When my morning alarm goes off, I pull myself up to sitting, lean back against my headboard, and grab my phone to begin a meditation. On Sundays, I sometimes first check that my weekly email went out. Sometimes I re-read it, sometimes I don’t. Last Sunday, I read my...
“Don’t let them burn!”

“Don’t let them burn!”

It’s Tuesday. Tonight, Jane Friedman is speaking at The Mercantile Library, and I made cookies for the event. They’re oatmeal-chocolate chip-pecan, in regular and gluten-free versions. If you’d like, here’s the recipe. When I told my mother I was making 240 cookies...
Are you okay?

Are you okay?

In response to the past few Sundays’ messages, several people have replied, asking, “Are you okay?” I am, but I’m not. No, that’s not right. I’m not, but I am. There’s been another reminder that this life is finite. What I’ve been feeling (mourning?) is not that loss,...
Germination

Germination

I like words, but I also like images. Sometimes images serve me better. This is something I drew a few years ago: It reminds me that while the seed is in the soil, when it looks like nothing is happening, there is growth. I may treasure unfurling my leaves in the warm...
Calm in the Waves

Calm in the Waves

While searching for the right email address to request an extension for my mother’s taxes, I stumbled across my Sunday email from March 15, 2020. I had sent it to my CPA and he had written back, asking permission to forward it to his office. It was a good...
Jule Kucera