Author: Jill

Poetry in Motion

I think I already confessed this in a previous post but I am not musically inclined. My boys have shared with me at times, “you are flat-out tone deaf Mom.” I’m like, “why do you think I turn it up loud? It’s so I can pretend my voice blends!” Not only that but my most humiliating memory from 7th grade is band class. That whole year sucked eggs really, but that one time I tried to play the clarinet and ended up tossing it down and running out of class crying- I remember vividly. Geez I hated those first chair...

Go Gently

Raise your hand if you have never, in your entire life, met someone who has not been physically injured in some way. Ok now, if you raised your hand, call me, I know a good shrink that could help. Seriously. Now that we are clear on the fact that life is full of injury, physical injury at this point, I have a mental exercise for you. I want you to be gross. I can help. Picture in your mind all the types of injuries you have been exposed to. I am the Mom of three mainly grown boys so I...

Imperfection

I’m so psyched today as I have the opportunity to share a favorite quote by William George Jordan who was an American essayist in the late 19th century. “Into the hands of every individual is given a marvelous power for good or evil—the silent, unconscious, unseen influence of his life. This is simply the radiation of what man really is, not what he pretends to be.” The depth of my love for imperfection and imperfect people knows no bounds. I don’t know exactly why, except that there is a connection between imperfection and individual uniqueness. Once you grow up enough...