Author: <span>Beth Hendrickson</span>

I’m in on a secret with all other musicians who have ever aspired to play Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony.  You know, the one we all know from the “Dum-Dum-Dum-Duuuuuummmm” notes that…

Intentional Living

When someone speaks the words “Courage” and “Conviction” into the box of a theater, those words scare.  Those words boom out all capitalized.  Those words capture and amplify.  Those words…

Intentional Living

I stared at the blank screen for a good five minutes before setting the timer for 5 minutes of writing.  On the blank screen in my head, all sorts of…

Five Minute Fridays

Two of my favorite smells are purple.  1.  The lilacs from my family’s tree-sized shrub, lilacs that I gathered by the armful, hacking away at woody stems to harvest the smell…

Memories

October 7 | Love I have become a member of a tribe.  A tribe I never knew existed in the sub-culture of motherhood, but now I am a full-blooded, card-carrying…

Intentional Living

October 6 | Possible It’s possible that I pretended to be an anteater yesterday.  An anteater who was rather disappointed to find out that persons do not like eating ants…

Intentional Living