Joy of Missing Out
Marilee recently taught me the idea of “jomo.” It’s the opposite of FOMO. FOMO is the fear of missing out. JOMO is the joy of missing out. For better or…
Marilee recently taught me the idea of “jomo.” It’s the opposite of FOMO. FOMO is the fear of missing out. JOMO is the joy of missing out. For better or…
Just a little peek behind the curtain of this little life of ours. Some of it is tidy. Some of it is beautiful. Some of it is in disarray. And…
There are lots of new people in this space lately, so I wanted to pause for a minute and introduce myself and share a few things I love: I love…
5 sure signs of middle age: —Our teenagers tuck me into bed every night. —Comfort matters so much more than fashion. —Our kids provide regular advice on how to be…
In 2019 I wrote a series of posts on gratitude. This year I'm returning again to the truths I wrote in that series two years ago, such as: Thanksgiving is…
It was quite a gift to watch the Harlem Dance Theatre with Penny on Thursday. First of all, the dancing itself was beautiful and powerful and fun and interesting. But…
The final one out of five Beckers on her way to fully vaccinated!
And then they grew up, and each went off with their respective friends, and they came home with lots of candy. (Here’s what happens when your kids are old enough…
Three quirky things to know about me: My wardrobe is becoming entirely composed of white and navy blue. When I traveled to Florida to speak last weekend, I brought five…
I got to hold a baby yesterday. A bright-eyed baby who smells soft and sweet (I know—how does someone smell soft, but she really did) and who cries and grabs…