Finding Happiness

You know that quote floating around the internet – the one that says “Grow old with someone who makes you feel young.” Well, I’m not just growing old with someone who makes me feel young… I somehow landed a man who makes me feel like I should a helmet and a permission slip. Over two years ago, I met this great man. And listen – nobody was more shocked than me to discover there was still a decent one…

As a young girl, I remember walking home from school as the evenings got dark and I would peer into the bright windows of the houses I passed along the way. I was fascinated and also felt a little lonely and envious for the lives that I saw reflected within. I marveled at the rooms where everything seemed perfect and manicured to such a degree that I felt the occupants could never have any problems in life…

Remember when you were a little girl and pretended to be a princess? How did that feel? Perhaps confident, valued, visible, and more than enough. How would you describe it? Why don’t many of us feel like that now in our lives? Wouldn’t it be fun and inspiring to feel that way again? A friend recently…

The older I get, the more convinced I am that happiness is not limited to the big moments that read like a highlight reel. That may sound surprising coming from someone who writes about living vibrantly in a culture that celebrates achievements…

Knowing that you’re in a happy state seems like a no-brainer, right? As the song goes, “If you’re happy and you know it clap your hands.” While I am not clapping my hands, I have become aware of my happiness. I am happy. That doesn’t mean I am…

When was the last time you made a summer bucket list? Not a grocery list. Not a to do list. Not a list of projects waiting to be completed around the house. I mean a list filled with simple pleasures, small adventures, and experiences that make you smile…

We all have guilty pleasures. But do you want to know which one is my favorite? I love watching House Hunters on HGTV! There’s nothing better to do on a lazy Sunday morning. So, coffee in hand…

Most of the hundreds of decisions we make every day are almost automatic: what to wear, when to go to the grocery store or which route to take. There are always times when we change our mind and discard one outfit for another or agonize about what to make for a special dinner. But mostly, decisions of little real consequence can be made quickly…

Women of a certain age have already pursued so much – relationships, family, education, careers, caregiving, community. We’ve poured into everyone and everything around us. But eventually the question arrives, sometimes quietly, sometimes like a shout: Now what? If you don’t know what to pursue next, pursue yourself…

For my 60th birthday, my children did something I didn’t know I needed and now can’t stop talking about, partly because it was thoughtful, and partly because I spent an entire morning wearing a tiara in public like a woman who had either just been crowned or recently escaped supervision…