creativity

Keith Jarett made a marvel out of a mess when he played an unplayable piano in front of an audience of 1400 people. According to the Hidden Brain podcast, he almost refused to perform because the instrument was ‘unplayable.’ Instead, Jarett took pity on the 17-year-old concert organizer and improvised to meet the piano’s limitations… READ MORE >>

I’ve learned priceless lessons from the transformation of a worship space into a gigantic place for trash that becomes treasures. Resist the ridiculous.We all have mountains of things like odd plastic mittens and pots that might be warmers but are not. The next time I see full price boot mitts for my Halloween costume, I will picture the teetering pile… READ MORE >>

Many years before crows feet landed under my eyes, I read a book about forgiveness. I had long thought that forgiveness meant you just sucked it up, whatever someone did to you and then tried to move on. Over time, this became unsustainable. I could not keep walking away, biting my tongue, or taking the… READ MORE >>

I never meant to disappoint Mr. Zorro. Seriously, who could want to disappoint a teacher with a name like that? He wasn’t as swashbuckling as the guy in black, but I liked Mr. Zorro. I agreed to do the solo contest under his guidance in college like I had done so many others before that–just… READ MORE >>

Story Wonders: The First Snow Day

The white flakes started falling on Sunday, and my teen wondered if the powers might, for once, cancel school on Monday. I had been burned too many times by the forecasters to get my hopes up yet again, but Quinton and I went for a walk in the woods to be sure we didn’t miss it… READ MORE >>

I didn’t want to write about this because I am afraid. I am afraid that people I know and care about will think less of me because I went to the Women’s March last Saturday. I’m afraid they’ll be angry or disapprove. But every time I started to think about what to write this week… READ MORE >>

Story Wonders: Who Remembers You?

“Hi there!” the woman said, and I knew I remembered her. Or I knew I should remember her. My son and I stood staring at her at the YMCA near those tiny lockers with the punch codes. I peered a little more closely, hoping I could pull something from the back of my brain, and then I… READ MORE >>

For this new year, I will be sharing the wonders I find when writing my stories. Even when my own words fall short, I find joy in my discoveries about the world around me.  I am still shopping around for a new blog look, but, in the meantime, I wanted to get started with a… READ MORE >>