Sometimes life beats you up. This month has been … growthful. Is that the right word? I was talking to someone about how difficult it is at times to believe in anything when so many things are unbelievable. There is all this violence in the world. So much hate and prejudice and ugliness and … …

Don’t you hate it when you have moments when the best thing you should do is find a cave, crawl in and stay there until nighttime comes and the blood sucking vampire that faces you from your mirror has been stabbed with that wooden stake through its heart? Today, I was walking toward the office …

“Pam, Where’s your bike?” “What do you mean, ‘where’s my bike’. Isn’t it in the garage?” “No. Neither is Ben’s.” The garage is a mess, but not that messy. Sure enough both bikes have disappeared. I am mad. That bike was my birthday gift. It was a nice bike. Why can’t I have anything nice? …

Last week we decided to post it. We couldn’t resist anymore. We had no idea within one week it would go viral, but it did. We had decided to start posting some other funny moments, and then we saw it. Someone or a lot of someones put their watermark on our clip. What is up …

What if a demon were to creep after you one night, in your loneliest loneliness, and say, ‘This life which you live must be lived by you once again and innumerable times more; and every pain and joy and thought and sigh must come again to you, all in the same sequence. The eternal hourglass …

We visited two friends in the hospital this week. Both patients are in serious condition. And sitting by their side are their spouses with such looks of bewilderment. I looked into their eyes and saw the disbelief at what might occur for them. A lifetime, a moment, a marriage. Where did it all go? Withered …

There is a story in the bible of Jesus teaching in the temple when he was still a child. I love that story for many reasons. Today I love that story because, to me, it shows that those who loved him loved him truly. I believe that when you are truly loved it gives you …

This is always a busy time of year. School “year-end’ activities, spring cleaning, yard work, allergies, waiting for Cannes to let us know that they loved our movie, picking up returning college students, sending off kids for summer adventures, finishing another documentary, continue writing on this most amazing screenplay, researching another very important and timely …

Tonight has been typical. Chris has decided to sand my hutch for the fourth time. I began refinishing my table a few weeks ago. He took over and then moved on to the hutch. Apparently after the hutch’s fourth different color stain (has to be perfect) it was finally finished, he scratched it when he …

The seasons remind me that all will be different tomorrow. Seasons equate change. So do you and so do I. And some things appear unchanged. Appearances hide what we choose to not see. Reflections reveal more of what still exists Transparent from pink blossoms to summer harvest Last splash of color subsides in the snow …