I sometimes wish I had not agreed to be a Warrior. I sometimes wish I were selfish and small and took what I wanted without regard. I wish I pushed my way to the front of the line and screamed things like, "that's not fair", or "it's my turn", and "Nuuh uh" the way "adults" in today's world unabashedly do. I sometimes want to be a big baby and a crybaby... ... but I can't. ...I truly hate big babies and loathe cry babies...they disgust me. I have no patience for hand wringing
The girls and I were visiting our local farmer's market at the Santa Fe Railyard. There's an abundance of local goods including beautiful flowers, organic produce and vendors selling a variety of handmade art in various mediums. I'm a huge supporter of creative expression with enterprise. To make a living through passion and art in its many forms is enviable. Knowing people pay for your art in written word, the knowledge you have and share, from the fruits of your labor, or y
How much fun was it to speak to you WARRIORS! I love the chance to communicate with you through the blogs but to have an interactive, two way conversation was even better! You are such a smart, good humored, wonderful group of people. You are loyal to the core and ready for every possibility. That pumps me up!! Big time!! One of the themes I wanted to revisit from the podcast was my admiration of those brave enough to be fearless with words! The bravery it takes to put a voic
I was recently visiting wonderful family friends and sadly it came time to leave. I'd set my favorite boots outside the door to slip into before taking off for the airport. It was an early morning flight so I'd left kisses on the sleepy heads of my youngest friends, padded down the stairs, and stepped onto the front porch to slip into my boots. As I turned to wave a final time to our gracious hosts my unicorn friend appeared for one last hug which set tears in my eyes. I laug
I get a lot of email asking me the secret to the twenty years I shared with Warrior.
No real secret is it?
Haven't you noticed how adorable I am?(😉HEE HEE).
Seriously though, there is no secret except that we made a vow...
...and we kept it.
I think the person you marry or choose to spend your life with is the greatest investment you make in your future. It makes sense to choose deliberately and wisely. It stands to reason if you are picking the person who is go
I'm sitting on a plane writing this blog with Mattie's braided head against my shoulder sound asleep and Indy across the country following her dream to be a ballerina dancing nine hours a day, six days a week. I am in total contented, rest mode but I understand war. The girls and I have faced many obstacles since we lost our leader...had battles we've won and lost but thankfully, thankfully we will never lose the war.
Part of what it means to be a warrior is to accept that
I always give myself a Friday deadline for my Monday blogs in case the muse that makes my fingers move alludes me. In the face of the deadliest shooting against our citizenry in modern history I feel I must reinforce the idea of expansion in our minds and hearts and take up arms with words against ignorance and hate. These innocent people were gunned down for no other reason than they were being their authentic selves. They were silenced by a madman with the hubris to imagine
I think for many years I've known who I was at my core. I've known what I value and what my values are. I've known myself as a daughter, a student, a dreamer, a writer, a wife, a mother, a woman and yet... And yet. I did not really know Dana. I'm a work in progress. I'm still growing into myself. That is true for you too. No matter your chronological age you are still growing into the person you will ultimately be. When we are young and look at our caregivers they seem to hav
As we grow through life we play characters, try on identities. We look in the mirror and say, "yes I think I could see myself in that life with the wardrobe and dialogue that goes with it..." but somehow it is not entirely authentic for us... for one simple reason...it is not the person we came here to authentically be. I recently told my dear friend, Anna, that after returning from WM32 life changed in enormous ways. Some truly for the better because of conscious decisions I
The Saturday before Mother's Day I was feeling sad. The girls take these holidays very seriously without an adult to help them but I see their worry. It is a lot to be alone. We never discount the moral support of the greatest group of friends and all you Warriors but within our home there remains a void. This void feels less cavernous now and does not gut us with the intensity it once did but on special days it seems to knock on the door with greater strength. Indy was stil