When Vulnerability Turns to Strength

#SOL18 Day Twenty-five


On Friday one of our schools held a St. Baldrick’s “shave your head for childhood cancer” event.  It was a powerful and moving experience for everyone involved.  Approximately 10 students, along with a couple of male teachers, had their heads shaved.  As I watched the morning unfold I was overcome with emotion.  These kids.  Their decision to make a difference couldn’t have been easy.  I’m sure they were nervous and scared to sit in that chair underneath the razor – to go bald in front of everyone.  But, on a weekend where young people all over the country are rising up and finding their voices…so too were the kids in our small school community.    

I dedicate my slice to our very own young people. 

I couldn’t have been more proud.

Each and every one of their smiles were as wide as the ocean, before and after.

The excitement that emanated from their pores was palpable.  They were about to get their head shaved in front of their family, classmates and teachers.  This was something only 10 kids in their whole school signed on for.  The bonds forged here would never be broken.  Handshakes and hugs were handed out as if they had suddenly aged 10 years.

Vulnerability turned into strength and empowerment.

There was a deep, inside-the-core knowing that one simple action that they chose to take could change the world.  What if we could eradicate childhood cancers?  The pride beaming from their faces said it all.

Fear turned into conviction, uncertainty into confidence.

Character, integrity, care for others…..began to grow within these young men and one young lady.  They were living examples for the rest of their classmates and their teachers.

I left the gym that day feeling hopeful about our future.


A Letter To Me

#SOL18 Day Twenty-Four


My Dearest Daughter,

I am always so happy to see you.  You brighten my day as soon as you step into my apartment.  But, I want to tell you something.  I still know what’s going on, even though on some days it seems like I don’t…

When you came in this morning and saw that the sun was in my eyes (thank you for that) you immediately started adjusting the blinds to fix the problem.  I was glad that you noticed but you didn’t stop to listen to me.  I knew where it was coming from and I was trying to tell you.  It was the frame under the T.V.!  All you needed to do was turn it and the problem was solved.  I’m glad you finally stopped to hear what I had to say.

I know what it means when you and Lorrie whisper.  I know you are talking about me and it makes me feel bad.  I don’t know whether to try and listen or to ignore you altogether.  I would just rather you didn’t do it at all.  It’s like I’m not even in the room.

I am feeling less lonely these days.  Maybe it’s because Lorrie is here.  I know that is what you say, but I’m not sure.  The reason I’m not sure is because I would still rather have you with me.  That would make me the least lonely of all.

You went through a lot when I broke my leg.  It had to be very hard on you.  I want you to know how much I appreciate everything you did for me.  I realize that I am back in my own home today because of you.  But, I also want you to know how hard this has been for me…

I went from a “normal” life of walking around my apartment, making my meals, showering on my own and basically taking care of all my needs, to relying on others to take care of me.  I can’t even go to the bathroom on my own anymore.  Someone knocked on the door yesterday and I couldn’t even get up and answer my own door!  Lorrie was out for a walk so I had to just sit there and hope that the person would go away.

I know you love me and you want the best for me.  I just need your help to figure out how my new life looks.

Don’t worry.

I will always be happy when you walk through that door to see me.





There and Gone

#SOL18 Day Twenty-Three

slice-of-life_individualI drove past around 10:00 a.m.

There were many people milling about outside.  Their attire matched the mood.  All black.  Somber.  They were shaking hands and standing with their hands in their pockets.  They were there with and for each other.

There was a long black car with many other cars nearby.  The people seemed to be waiting.  Not quite ready to leave.

The sun was shining down on them.  The heavens were opening up.

I drove past again at 1:00 p.m.

The cars were no longer there.

The people were gone.

The scene looked quite different.  There was a man on a ladder in the doorway.

Probably changing a light bulb, I thought as I slowly cruised past.  Something he had to wait to take care of.

The sun continued to shine.

May the heavens continue to embrace these people as they continue on to the rest of their most difficult day.

A Missed Door and a Rough Day

#SOL18 Day Twenty-Two




Oh man!

I turned to look at the door.  A young lady, around 20, was moving quickly toward the door with coffee splattered on her face, dribbling down her cheeks.

“That’s just the kind of day I’m having!” she whimpered as she quickly disappeared through the actual door.

“Carrie!  Your drink is ready!”

I picked up my drink and turned to leave.

There I saw it.  What was left of the 20-year-old’s debacle.    The window next to the door of the Starbucks was covered.  Coffee was slowly sliding down the glass, hanging on for dear life, probably not to be washed off anytime soon.

She was gone in such a hurry.  Understandably.  I wished, though, that I could have told her that it was OK.  Sometimes the window next to the door looks like the actual door.  We’ve all done it.  I know it’s embarrassing.  I really hope you have a better day.


True Confessions From a Part-Time, Every-Day Blogger

#SOL18 Day Twenty-One


The inner-most thoughts from a girl who loves to blog in March and then forgets about it for the next eleven months….

The minute I hit “publish” I am thinking about my next slice.

I published today’s slice and then jumped in the shower.  I already had this slice ruminating in my head and it was there under the spray of hot water where I thought of its title.

For 30+ days I don’t look at anything the same way.  Everything, I mean EVERYTHING is open season for my next slice.

This includes conversations with and observations of friends, family and strangers.  A friend said to me the other day – “I forgot, I have to be careful this month about what I say and do because it could end up on your blog!”  Yes, ma’am!

I take more pictures than ever before – they could be the inspiration for my next slice.

I do a lot of re-reading of well-loved books through the lens of a writer. I love dabbling in new and different writing structures in March.

I am more emotional during this time.  Memories flood my mind and they just keep coming…

After I hit “publish” I am checking my phone for comments – they make me a better writer.

I start to hit a wall, experience writer’s block, around the end of the second week.

Blogging in March ushers in spring which gives us all many beautiful things to write about.

I am psyched about writing on the days leading up to March 1st and totally spent by March 31st.

I start to get nervous after the first couple of slices that I publish, thinking that I have nothing to write about.  What I learn about myself every year in March is that I have so many stories inside of me and they are just waiting to be shared.




Living on the Edge

#SOL18 Day Twenty


She had been up for hours, but she had to wait and wonder.  Should she just go to work, or should she try again?  Her text from the night before, “since Lorrie is home early, I can take you home in the morning,” went unanswered.

That’s odd, she thought.  Oh well, she always looks at her phone early, practically before the sun comes up.  She went to sleep feeling confident that she’d hear back in the morning.

5:30 A.M.  She unplugged her phone and was dismayed to see there was still no response.

She texted again.


“Hello????” she clicked away at the tiny letters on her phone, this time agitated.

I don’t have all morning to wait, she knows I have to go to work.  I would think not having to take the train home would be so appealing that she would respond immediately!  Oh jeez.  I hope nothing is wrong down there.  This weekend went so well.  Almost 100% perfect.  Here we go.  Something is wrong…She began to work herself into a tizzy.

Six minutes later a ding came from her phone.

“Yes, yes!!”

A response full of excitement, tempered with a touch of concern that she had perhaps missed her opportunity for a ride from her wonderful and thoughtful sister.

Thank God, no crisis.  This time…

She gathered up her things for work and headed down the hall.


My Perfect, Ordinary Weekend

#SOL18 Day Nineteen


Nothing spectacular happened this weekend.  It was perfect.

No one needed me.

I didn’t have to be anywhere.

My bedside alarm took two days off.

I caught up on sleep, recorded T.V. shows, laundry, and time spent with family.

Coffee was sipped each morning and wine was enjoyed each night.

Grocery shopping was accomplished at an easy pace on Saturday.  A healthy dinner was made that evening with care… and more wine.  Some sale shopping for clothes fit right into the non-schedule on Sunday, followed up by a mani-pedi before heading home.  The light pink hue I chose makes me happy every time I look down at the keys as I type.

I am ready to hit this week with energy thanks to my ordinary weekend that was so very perfect.