An Open Letter to My Daughter After the 2016 Presidential Election

    “An Open Letter to My Daughter After the 2016 Presidential Election” Isaiah 58:8-12; Luke 21:5-19  This sermon was preached at the Church of the Good Shepherd, Nashua, NH on November 13, 2016 An Open Letter to My Daughter After the 2016 Presidential Election Dear Keziah, When I was your age, Richard Nixon was the president of the United States. Our country was deeply divided over the Vietnam War and the Civil Rights Movement was...

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The Marshmallow Test

When 85-year-old Walter Mischel was asked: “What next? What are your plans for the next 5 years?” he didn’t hesitate; he had an answer. And his answer had nothing to do with ramping down, easing out, or anything that looked like retirement. I want to be like that when I’m 85, still lively, engaged, and using my creativity to help make the world a better place. Last week I listened in on a captivating, live interview with Dr. Walter Mischel...

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Do Something Creative

One of the daily habits I’ve been working to cultivate follows a simple guideline: do something creative every day. At least I thought it was simple until I tried to do it. As happens when establishing any new habit, resistance arose. I needed to find effective ways to move through the blocks if I was going to persist. My creative block spoke in the voice of the Inner Critic, who said, among other things: “You’re not creative.” I spent a length...

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Crush It!

I have a new man in my life. Every time I’m around him I get a little weak in the knees. Literally. I can hardly walk when he’s done with me. And I’d only known him for a few weeks when he confided his secret fantasy to me. Let’s just say it involves a cowboy hat and spurs. Oddly enough my husband introduced me to him, so no need to worry. Matt is the owner of Dynamic Strength and Conditioning, and he’s one of my personal trainers. The first...

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Eeyore State of Mind

While waiting to go to China to bring our daughter home, a woman I hardly knew gave me a stuffed Winnie the Pooh for Keziah. Having Pooh by my side during that long, uncertain wait was a comfort to me. The problem was, I had to hand over the stuffed Pooh when she arrived. (It’s probably more accurate to say that Peter had to wrest Pooh out of my arms to give to our baby.) 13 years later, I still sneak into Keziah’s room now and then to give...

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