Archive for the Keri Category


Things we take for granted

I’m the first to admit, I’ve done my share of complaining the past couple of weeks. I got sick on what was supposed to be a fun business trip, I worked a really long week last week and now we’re living in a construction zone because of work we’re having done on our house. Like […]

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Perspective

When things go just a little bit wrong in life, it’s so easy to feel sorry for yourself – or to complain about it. For some reason, minor life challenges have bothered me lately more than they should. Maybe it’s the post-vacation blues. Maybe it’s the pending start of another school year, which means craziness at home […]

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You should be here

Though I have no artistic talent whatsoever, music was always a part of my life because it was my dad’s passion. Songs from my childhood can bring me back in just a few chords. So it’s no surprise that, six years ago tomorrow, the day my dad died, I found myself on my bed, nursing an infant […]

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Choosing gratitude

During the holiday season, there is a lot of talk about gratitude. Before Thanksgiving, I read a great column in the New York Times about research that shows choosing to be grateful makes you happier. Even though we know it’s true, “For many people, gratitude is difficult, because life is difficult.” It sure is – a lot of […]

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Just say no

Nearly 30 years ago I won a writing contest for an essay with the same title as this post, but in third grade – and writing for the DARE program – I was writing about a very different topic. In recent months, “just say no” has become my mantra, and it has nothing to do […]

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For better, for worse

Nine years ago today, as part of our wedding vows, Chase and I said those four words, “for better, for worse,” not fully comprehending at 27 and 34 what they could really mean. Nine years in, we know. We’ve seen so much of the “better,” but also some of the “worse.” We’ve had two beautiful, […]

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One last phone call

This time of year is always hard for me – full of highs and lows, celebrations and mourning. My dad died in between my kids’ birthdays. Maybe it happened that way for a reason. Because having a newborn and a not-quite two-year-old kept me from finding solace in a bottle of Ketel and a pack of […]

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Abundance

I’m a Dailey Method devotee, and our barre instructors end class with stretching and inspirational words. Occasionally they focus on being grateful for the “abundance” in your life. Abundance is an interesting concept, really. One definition is, “the state or condition of having a copious quantity of something; plentifulness,” but I tended to think of of abundance as […]

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A sense of community

It’s been a crazy week here in San Diego. A wild fire broke out down the street from our home on Tuesday, and since then eight more have started. As an East Coast girl, fires are still unfamiliar and unnerving to me, though we were evacuated in 2007 when I was pregnant with Clay, so […]

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The little girl version of my dad

As I wrote last year, April 25 is my least favorite date on the calendar. The day my dad died. This week has been better than past years, partially because I’ve been really busy at work (i.e. distracted), and I’ve worked out three days, which always helps clear my head. I was chatting online with […]

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