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Lead like Lola – 8 life tips from a Border Collie

Lenten Reflections #15

Throwback Thursday – Originally published 2017

March 5, 2026

My plan was to walk our dogs this morning…but Lola, our fluffy, tailless Border Collie, yanked me and Sancha (lab/golden mix) through the neighborhood instead. Her tugging seemed to say, “Come on! We’re missing all the good stuff!”

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So just like obedient sheep, we followed along as she plowed through the world nose up, eyes straight ahead, one ear forward, the other pointing at me like a periscope.

Poor Lola. I feel the life of a suburban Border Collie is mentally more labor-intensive than that of a farm dog. There are no sheep or livestock to organize, no big fields to hunt and explore, and barely one unamused squirrel in our backyard.

Basically, Lola is left to plan her whole day like the rest of us. Dog breeders will swear you have to exercise Border Collies at least 37 times a day, or they will get bored and expend their energy otherwise. Oh, it’s true, I feel guilty as heck when I come home to a scene from The Killing Fields with stuffed animals strewn about and plastic noses and eyes carefully dislodged from their stuffed owners.

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But Lola, much like our kids, came without assembly and upkeep instructions. She was rescued from inside a screened porch somewhere in North Georgia, surrounded by her own poop and no food or water. In retrospect, we often wonder if Lola was a little bummed when driven away from all that land. For all we know, she could have built the porch herself and was just drawing up the bathroom plans. She’s THAT smart.

Lola is a worker and a leader.: Pass her a laptop, and she’ll have a business reorganized and gleaming with success. Lola would be a blur on the corporate ladder as she escalated to the top while others envied her drive, agility, and vertical leap. She efficiently pees on all the spots necessary to make her way through life. Border Collies like Lola are smart and driven – a good breed. She has just the right amount of affection with a smidge of jealousy woven into her fluffy coat.

LOLA’S TOP 8 LEADERSHIP TIPS: If Lola had her own flock, here’s how she would lead.

1. Leave your mark:

Pee several times throughout your life and all over the place. Leave your mark, your legacy…but always remember where your food is and who loves you unconditionally.

2. Take a stand:

Showing you believe in something and sharing how you feel is like Lola when she poops, do it when and where you need to…holding it in will just lead to bad feelings (especially if you ate a sock).

3. Listen and observe:

Always be ready to change directions. Lead your herd wisely.

4. Keep your paws clean:

Be honest and wipe your feet even if you have plans to go out again.

5. Wag your tail:

Exude positivity and wag like mad, even if you only have a stub of a tail.

6. Use your speed and strength:

No matter the setting, be the hardest worker in the room.

7. Beware of shiny objects:

Don’t let your sheep go astray; stay focused and on point.

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8. REST on top of tables (or whatever works for you):

Stop and look at life from other perspectives. Truly, things are clearer from above, said God and Lola.

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Lola is a sweet girl. She and Sancha make every day better. But in a pinch, if you need a CEO, look for the Lola’s of the world. She will keep you safe, organized, and full of joy. If you need a best friend, Sancha is your gal. She’s your lifer; she’ll stay with the company and be faithful for years. On walks, she pees for a long time in one place ONLY…much like the small-town plumber in a Hallmark movie who is happily living in the same place for life.

What I learned:

I hope our children channel their inner Lola in life. Like people, every dog is different. But unlike some people, dogs love unconditionally, are forgiving, and ever-loyal. Let’s learn from them.

As Anne Lamott said, “Having a good dog is the closest some of us are ever going to come to knowing the direct love of a mother or God.”

Let them lead you home like Lola, comfort you like Sancha, and always “stick” together.

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My Childhood Home

Lenten Reflections #14

Wire clothesline wooden clothespins

woodpile and kindling ready to burn

creaking hallway floor – same spot 47 years

sandy-brown dusty shoes

metal-tooth rake leaning on a Piñon tree

sandhill cranes honking – corn!

spanglish

airstream lines criss-cross brightest of blue skies

warm blistered tortillas

red chile drying

weeds

apricot, peach, cherry blossoms, late frost?

church bulletins and newspapers

dining room table legs imprinting the carpet

Tide

dance recital and high school photos hanging askew

fireplace roaring, no matter the season

tomatoes, so many tomatoes

a grapefruit knife

a landline

What I learned:

Home is always home.

“May you always be blessed with walls for the wind, a roof for the rain, a warm cup of tea by the fire, laughter to cheer you, those you love near you, and all that your heart might desire”.

-Irish Proverb

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Sucky Sundowning

It is going to happen. And it stinks.

IT is Sundowning.

So many emotions to absorb:

The suspicion: Mom walking over to Dad, “Who is that sitting in the chair?” (Me)

The irritability: When Mom is unable to hear the conversation, “Nevermind! I’ll go inside. I just need to go home.”

The agitation: Mom asking Dad, “When will I be able to go home?” Dad stays calm and cool.

The fear: “Where am I? I want to go home.”

The hunger: Feed them what they love…Mom eats a lot of pancakes…even at 2:00 a.m.

The skepticism: “You are not my daughter…”

The craved control: Mom says. “I’ll sit here.” I walk away, and she is rocking in her chair, singing “You Are My Sunshine” and “Las Mañanitas” on repeat. (THANK YOU TO EVERY SONG THAT HELPS MOM AND DAD GET THROUGH EACH DAY.)

The other side: Sundowning can last so much longer than the actual sunset.

Be ready. Be patient. Be loving. Be agreeable.

Be there.

What I learned:

Sundowning wreaks havoc on the brain, and it is heartbreaking to witness…but it’s Mom for goodness sakes…THIS. IS. YOUR. MOM.

Thank you for joining me.

I’m so glad you’re here,

Lucretia

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Laughter in church is a Godsend

Lenten Reflections #12

March 2, 2026

It was “One final announcement” time at the end of mass – that moment when everyone is planning their next move. But the elderly congregation at my childhood church is settled. This is their destination. They arrived 20 minutes early to recite the Rosary and the Memorare. They kneel, sit, and stand gingerly and devoutly, and are settled in the pews where they sit every Saturday evening. Same row, same kneeler, same well-worn pine showing generations of worshippers. My own parents move methodically to “their row” each week, led by muscle memory, devotion, faith.

As the small, joyful woman made her way up to the altar, she was like a bright light in the form of a five-foot nun from the Philippines. She was from the Little Sisters of the Poor.

After a sermon I do not remember (though in the middle of it I did wonder if priests ever use ChatGPT)… we all sat on the edge of our pews, eager to hear what she had to say.

She began with a pun, “Father Nick asked me to keep my speech short…he must not have noticed I’m already short.” The congregation loved her immediately. She went on to tell us about the services the Little Sisters provide. “For nearly 200 years, our order has welcomed the elderly poor and dying into our homes as we would welcome Christ Himself.”

Wow, I thought, sitting next to my elderly parents, what a blessing.

She went on to tell us they have homes where they serve people in over 30 countries and 20 in the U.S.providing personalized care, with sisters living on-site.

With a huge smile on her face, she said, “But to keep things short for Father Nick, I’ll just say, YOU PAY! I PRAY!” Laughter filled the cavernous church. Levity. Something our aging church had not had within the brick walls for years. I feel like even Jesus on the cross gave a little Mona Lisa smile.

Her voice slowed, becoming more measured, “We take turns sitting and praying with the dying.” She said. “As a young nun, I would take my turn and pray. But I was so nervous…” She went on, “My prayer was always: Please don’t die during my shift. Please wait for the next sister’s shift.” She smiled, the congregation laughed, and then told us she finally learned how special and sacred it is to bear witness to someone leaving this world.

She closed by saying in her lively voice, “For those girls who are interested in becoming a Little Sister, we have your veils waiting in the Narthex.” More laughter followed.

What I Learned:

As Sister Maria walked down the aisles with a collection basket, one of the poorest communities in Albuquerque opened their wallets and gave what they could to help. Because that’s what we do – share laughter, share love, share what we have.

Thank you for joining me,

I’m so glad you’re here,

Lucretia