Happy last week of May! (Can you believe it’s almost summer?) The other day was my son Blais’ last day of sophomore year. Normally, his friend takes him to school, but this week I asked him to let me drive him instead. In the fall, he will be driving himself and no...

Recently we were preparing for a live stream with a full band.  My house was full of audio and lighting equipment. The lovely armchairs in my piano room were replaced by camera stands. A friend drove from West Virginia to help us run it, David purchased a special...

I always text my kids before I take off on a plane with a quick “I love you.” I wait until they send me heart or kiss emojis or an "I love you too," and then I put my phone into airplane mode.  And no matter how much I tell myself that all will be well, my stomach...

Writing a post each week has grown into a beautiful practice of noticing what I learned in the previous week, acknowledging little miracles that happened, and reviewing how I dealt with new challenges.  Each Friday, I spend a few hours reflecting on the beauty of...

Did you know that a couple days ago was World Book Day? I got up early to do a live Instagram and Facebook chat with Marijeta - a dear friend in Croatia who helped me publish (un)Broken in Croatian. (Apparently, World Book Day is big in Croatia, with bookstores...

This week, I experienced a small miracle.  I was getting ready to write about forgiveness for my monthly column in a Franciscan magazine “Svjetlo Riječi” (printed in Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina).  I considered all the usual ways we experience forgiveness - in...

I love to cook. But not just for the sake of making food. I love to create meals that nourish our bodies - and our souls.  I love the whole ‘European’ process of preparing food - with each step containing the nourishing energy of love... Shopping for fresh produce at...

How was your Easter? For me, this was the first Easter that two of my kids weren’t home.  Yes, I miss them. Yes, I feel sad when I think of how fast the years have passed and that they aren’t little boys anymore (when my oldest was a baby, someone told me ‘days feel...

When you lay down at the end of the day - when all the work is done, when the kids are grown up and on their own, when the world is ok and no one needs you to fix problems or find solutions, when all the hungry are fed and needy taken care of, when Sunday comes and...

And just like that, Spring Break was over. Blais and I dropped off Dante at his apartment, Evan at his dorm (luckily they go to the same college), and we got on the freeway for an eight-and-a-half hour ride home.  “Are you going to be able to drive by yourself?” Blais...