This celebration isn’t of the day we said our vows, but all the days after that we didn’t kill each other.

The saddest part of not remembering is the things I have forgotten. Sometimes I wish I could remember crucial details, loved one’s voices, or childhood memories. Yet, somehow, through the beautiful, magical power of music, I can remember things I’ve lost and forgotten.

So… exactly how LONG SHOULD a family pet go without a name?

Not sure if you have noticed, but just about EVERY Disney movie has a strong, female character – "Frozen," "Mulan," "Ariel," "Raya," "Moana"… the list goes on.

Social media has so many wonderful charms – staying connected to old friends, seeing my memories from many years ago, keeping up with Mrs. Marshall’s cute grandkids. But there’s a subtle demon that sneaks its grimy fingers out of various-shaped screens to wrap around the hearts of all who are not careful. Admittedly, there’s more than one demon, but the one I am naming today is, “Their-Life-Is-Better.”

The thing I struggle to know how to put into words is all the feelings I have at the one-year mark of this crazy thing we have called “corona,” “COVID-19,” “pandemic,” and “new normal.” One year. ONE. LONG. YEAR.

Clearly, without any warning at all, I am aging. My wrinkles are getting deeper and my knees now creak when I go up and down the stairs.

Blessings aren’t things and I think we have forgotten that. Blessings aren’t even people. Those are gifts. And how quickly we can lose things and people.