An Homage on Mother’s Day

I don’t have Mom around anymore, and Mother’s Day is sometimes tough. Today, though, I’m going to ask you to hang with me, and I hope to share a little of my mom with you.

I am not a motherless daughter. I am my mother’s daughter. If there’s something you want to do or try, then do it. The only failure is in not trying at all. Cricket (my dad’s nickname for her) practiced this for herself and she encouraged her three kids to have the courage to do the same.

Mom was different from everyone else in her family. She wasn’t fearless, but she didn’t let fear hold her back from trying new things/learning new things/doing whatever/going wherever. Don’t misunderstand me, she wasn’t always like that, but when she wasn’t, she faked it. (I didn’t know that until I got older.) Lucky for my sister and I, sometimes one of us would get the benefits of tagging along to what we could categorize as the most boring trip ever – a great breakfast or lunch, or some treat, usually chocolate, before heading home.

I believe that it’s both good and important to live out life with others. To create and shop and brainstorm new ideas. Plus, it’s just a whole lot more fun with others. Sure, I do find myself alone a lot of the time, I’m an empty-nester, but my best memories are when I’m with my sister, my daughter, my near-daughters, or so many of the other amazing women I know.

So let me encourage you. Do something. Something Fun. Something new. Something challenging. And take someone with you. Even if it’s just into your kitchen or folding your clothes on your couch. Maybe someone a little younger or older, a little more shy, a little less likely to do things on her own. Do. Talk. And laugh.

Mother’s Day is hard for some of us: we’ve lost our moms, or our babies, or who knows what in between. That’s hard and I’m so sorry, and I can’t change that for you or for me. I can encourage you, though, that you will be your best when you’re loving others.

And whether you’re a mother or not, I wish you a very happy day, and maybe just a little strawberry shortcake – my mom’s favorite!

To be a Fighter

We can’t usually look back and pinpoint a specific moment when we are impacted in such a way that defines our future. Certainly there are those moments in which we are powerfully impacted, deeply moved. And how does it happen, that we are not all, each one of us, able – or more accurately – willing?


I saw where there was a statue uncovered today in Washington to honor Rosa Parks. It’s a statue of her, sitting, as she did the day she refused to give her seat to a white person. A seat she had paid for.

Rosa Parks

Rosa Parks

I don’t understand.

It makes my head hurt. It makes my heart hurt.

I was born in the south and I lived there until I until I was 13. I’ve seen racism. In family, in community, and I have to say I didn’t understand it then, either.

When we moved to Los Angeles, a girl in my school asked me if I was prejudiced against Mexicans. I didn’t know what to say, because I had honestly never met anyone of Hispanic heritage – until then. Or Asian. Only African Americans and there was only one kid that I had known before. One.

And Mrs. Parks, sat there looking out the window . . . waiting for the sheriff to come. I don’t imagine she had planned to fight that morning she left for work.

But, she did


And today I’ve been thinking about her, about you, about me.

Are you a fighter?

There are the obvious big fights



But today, the stuff that keeps mulling over and over are those private fights that are big in our heads, in our spirits, our hearts





(note:  very partial lists)

And you gotta know, I’m a  fighter.

At times I’ve fought poorly and at other times I’ve fought hard, but this is the most important part ya’ll, I’m still fighting.

With a Cup and a Sword refers to my love of a good cup of coffee that I often have in my hand, and of my determination to fight

through the junk that tries to hold me back

to the most excellent plan GOD has for me.

‘Finally, be strong in the LORD and in the strength of his might. Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil. For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the spiritual powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places. Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand the evil day, and having done all, to stand firm. Stand therefore, having fastened on the belt of truth, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness, and, as shoes for your feet, having put on the readiness given by the gospel of peace. In all circumstances take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming darts of the evil one; and take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God, praying at all times in the Spirit, with all prayer and supplication.’ Ephesians 6:10-18 ESV

Mrs. Parks continues to be such an inspiration to people; men and women, of all races, alike.

May her example

grace and determination

be contagious

to you and to me


Dilemma of the over achiever

That’s me, behind that list of I want to’s, I need to’s, and I got to’s. Right now, the list is as follows:

  1. Finish birthday present for Elias, which is in 2 weeks.
  2. Make new baby signs to sell.
  3. Whip up the burp cloths, at least the fabric is already washed.
  4. Work on my garden: check to see if potatoes are ready to be harvested. Then weed, weed, weed.
  5. Weed (again) flower beds. Buy and plant mums for the rest of the fall.
  6. Decorate for fall.
  7. Make of list of food items to start on that need to age, i.e. extracts, Christmas pudding.

I’m going to get started this weekend. Want to come over and help? I make a mean cup of coffee (and I bet a hot scone could be found nearby)!