• I said I wouldn't, but I'm doing it anyway

    Every time I move to a new place, I swear I won’t move again for at least two years. And every time so far, I haven’t reached that goal.

    Usually, it’s work that takes me to a new place. Three of my moves were required by my job. Most newspapers require employees to live in or near to the community the paper covers. It makes sense. You can’t get to know an area if you drive far away from it every night when you get off work.

  • Gifts require a greater sense of community

    A few decades back our Sisters of Mercy direction-setting meeting (“general chapter”) had the theme, “Not for ourselves alone.”

    For some reason, that phrase comes to my mind often. As I reflect on its meaning, it seems to me that it applies to an awful lot in life, personally and internationally.

    I have learned third hand that a book by the Rev. Rick Warren opens with “It isn’t all about me.” This seems like a variation on the same idea.

  • Oh, the places I go — surprising work locales

    Sometimes, I find myself in places I did not necessarily think I would be.

    Take last week, for an example. On Tuesday, I was on the third floor of a distillery warehouse. Two days later, I was at the bottom of a river. The next day, I was witnessing a fire drill and on the sidelines of a football field later that evening.

    This week, I found myself in a courtroom where I heard testimony during a murder trial.

    Of course, these are not places I went voluntarily, but are places where being a journalist landed me. Believe me, it’s not a bad thing either.

  • Helpful hints for a variety of inconveniences

    Since I have been a wife and mother, I have learned a lot of things about how to make a dollar last longer, shop on a budget and make a meal go further. I received an e-mail from an unknown source recently that listed several everyday household items used as home remedies to get stains out of clothes, soothe a tongue burn or even sunburn. Of course, you can try these at your own risk. I can’t really endorse any of these except for the ones I tried, but what harm could it do? Feel free to minimize these and keep them on your refrigerator for quick reference.

  • Put a song in your heart in your own backyard

    “Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you, tomorrow. You’re always a day away.”

    Those lyrics flooded my head as I left the J. Dan Talbott Amphitheatre one recent Saturday after watching the musical production “Annie.”

  • Time that guides us, binds us, no time at all

    I can hardly believe that time has lapsed so quickly bringing forth what is nearly the end of summer. Although I no longer measure my summers by the days remaining before school begins, I still feel as though time is running out when I hear people talk about how the first day of school is just around the corner.

  • Mom donated hair to Locks of Love — again

    My mom got a haircut Friday and donated her hair to Locks of Love for the second time in two and a half years.

    Earlier that day, my mom took me to lunch. At the time, she had her long straight black hair pulled back in a ponytail like she normally does during the summer months. She always says she stays cooler that way. We talked about a lot of different things, but she failed to mention anything about a hair appointment.

  • Dropping the television habit with a thud

    I’ve done it. I have kicked my television habit and reduced my cable package to channels 1 through 12. No sense having all those other channels around to tempt me.

    OK, I haven’t actually done it yet, but I’m going to — just as soon as I catch the season finale of “Deadliest Catch.”

  • Trust me, toe injuries can be annoying

    More than a week ago, I slammed my foot into a door resulting in a broken toenail.

    It was a normal Saturday night of bringing my 3-year-old boxer, Lexie, in from outside. I opened the front door and as I proceeded to shuffle Lexie through the door, I felt the door slam into my left foot.

  • As a nation, we need to think things through

    A dear Sister of Mercy friend recently joined the crowd in the next phase of eternal life. Sister Mary Julius Voelz had lived and served a good while in Milwaukee. A delightful, visionary and positive energy person indeed!

    One of our Sisters sent me her memorial card. The front had an interesting prayer, “A Teacher’s Prayer,” author not listed. It read, “One day I would like to teach just a few people many and beautiful things that would help them when they will one day teach a few people.”