It’s all about the mysterious work of time.

It’s all about the mysterious work of time.

Time works hard. 15 years ago I heard the expression “all in God’s time,” and as a confirmed control freak, I was quite intrigued with this mystery. I was painstakingly seeking the truth of God, flip-flopping around the structures of religion and new age fads, so the notion of “God’s timing” as something beyond my control was new. I remember the concept striking an un-played chord of … relief. He’s bigger. He is real. But, alas, in those days, I continued to fuel my comfort with the belief that I was running the show. Today, after many textured and refining seasons, I am certain beyond doubt that it’s all about time.  And each season is ours to grasp and secure as a stepping-stone – no, a walking stick – to take with us into the...

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Embarking on new adventures and finding our own old footprints

Embarking on new adventures and finding our own old footprints

Sometimes when we forge new paths, we find footprints we ourselves left decades earlier. Our family is moving back to Southern California from the serene and naturally beautiful Western edge of the mitten state. (Hold up your left hand.) I spent my childhood in Michigan, so I have a deep fondness for the lakes and the uniqueness of this state’s magnificent geography and sweet fun-loving people. I left LA 20 years ago when my eldest was less than 2, believing that I wanted to raise my kids in the values-orientation of the Midwest rather than the maniacal superficiality of the Hollywood State. To be true, my point of view was skewed by my own untamed lifestyle in the 80’s and 90’s, and it was impossible for me to imagine any healthy upbringing for my children...

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Modeling persistence and leading an adventurous life.

Modeling persistence and leading an adventurous life.

We’ve never doubted for a moment that our family was meant to make this move.  Four years ago when we leaped out of our highly chaotic lives in Chicago to move to West Michigan to accept a wonderful position at a fine company, we knew in our hearts and minds it was excellent.  It was time to change. In that day, our eldest at home was an incoming high school junior, and neighborhood jaws dropped when we shared our plans to move “at such an important time in his life.”  How could we? It wasn’t a flippant or easy decision. But in the end, all three kids were up for the adventure and once we knew which school district we preferred, we let Eldest Boy choose a particular school before we selected a house.  Since then, his path has been clearly blessed by...

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Returning via Kansas

Returning via Kansas

They broke into the iconic harmony of Carry On My Wayward Son, and the nostalgia-hungry crowd stood to their feet. Of all the 70’s bands touring the world right now, presumably because they are managing some equation of “need” and “want”, we find ourselves at the Kansas concert. Really? Kansas? Eldest sister saw Aerosmith in Detroit and OH! how I would have preferred that memory-romp beyond all others. But through husband’s work, we nabbed the opportunity to host a table at last night’s Picnic at the Pops concert. [Which, by the way, seriously needs a new brand work up.] The symphony is always a joy, so that part of the evening was a wonderful chance to sink into a much needed, soothing zone of orchestral comfort. Love it. This week was...

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The World Welcomed Erik! 20 Years Ago.

The World Welcomed Erik!  20 Years Ago.

JUNE 28, 2012 Erik Mendoza was born 20 years ago today.  He was named Erik Mendoza because the rhythm and click of the name resonated in my heart and I liked the sharpness of the K with the Z.  I gave him his middle name to honor my father: Donald.  It’s a good noble name. His name took on a somewhat funny additional meaning when, on the day he was born, the earth beneath our Southern California home jolted violently with two [historical] distinct separate quakes: one right before he was born and one very shortly after.  (Erik’s name became temporarily associated with it’s own spot on the Richter scale.) The first powerful quake came when I was in the final stages of labor and the darkness of early morning was gradually being overcome by the dawn. ...

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