I wear my hair razor short. Nothing escapes my white baseball cap except dangly earrings and my wine dark eyeglasses. My obsessions: Nationals baseball. Henry James, especially The Ambassadors. Colonial Williamsburg, for all the family memories. The Atlantic Ocean, for the same reason. Tulips. A (writing) room of my own. Ignatian Spirituality. Following Jesuits on Twitter and Franciscans in podcasts.
What I know: how important it is to be fully present, to live all you can. I know that grace and kindness abound. I know it’s a doggie-dog world. I know how to bake the most amazing triple chocolate cookies and how to ride a wave. I know how to run a 32-team youth baseball tournament. I know how to defeat cancer and how to live without regrets. I know I am a beloved child of God.
I love: my husband, who has made me a better person and parent. My two sons, who stimulate and delight me. Kindness. Dark chocolate with sea salt. My neighborhood independent bookstore. Waking up with joy.
And I know that Henry James is right: It doesn’t so much matter what in particular you do with your life, so long as you have had your life. . . . Live!