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Lisa Resnick

Blind spots in ourselves are a little harder to see

So here’s the thing: all of this stems from a recent trip to visit a close friend, when I started noticing something in our conversations that made me laugh at first and then, naturally, made me think a little deeper about myself. Throughout the trip, she would mention something she absolutely hated when other people did it, but then almost immediately follow it up with some version of, “Unless I’m doing it.” It ranged from driving and people changing lanes, to pedestrians crossing when they shouldn’t, to people using AI and plenty of other things that apparently become much ...

Sometimes the best things aren’t on your list

If you’ve read my column for any length of time, you already know I am a huge believer in shopping, eating, drinking and supporting local whenever it makes sense. And I do mean when it makes sense. I also believe in paying your bills, making smart financial decisions and running a sustainable business. Blanket advice like, “You should always buy local,” without considering the financial reality, isn’t advice I’d ever give. If one local business pays three times as much for everything simply because it’s local, while receiving little to no reciprocity in return, you’re ...

It’s time to slow down and take a deep breath

Have you ever found yourself thinking, “Breathe”? Not because you just finished a run or were trying to calm yourself before speaking in front of a room, but simply because, somewhere along the way, you realized you had stopped taking full breaths. It fascinates me how often we’re taught to breathe intentionally. If you’ve ever practiced yoga, your instructor reminds you constantly that your breath is just as important as the movement itself. If you’ve learned to swim, breathing becomes part of the lesson. Meditation teaches us breathing patterns that help settle our ...

This is a fairly big weekend for memories and fun in Canfield

Holy hell, it’s Canfield Fair weekend. If you grew up around here, those words alone probably unlocked a flood of memories. Funny thing is, we all experienced the fair differently. Heck, even the same person experiences it differently depending on the stage of life they’re in. As a little girl, the Canfield Fair was pure magic. It was the animals that somehow smelled both terrible and wonderful at the same time. It was pony rides that made me feel like I was in a parade. It was cotton candy that disappeared before you even realized you’d eaten it. Candy apples — which, for ...

People sometimes enjoy being creatures of habit

The other day, my oldest son and I did something that, in hindsight, probably disrupted the entire ecosystem of our church. First, let me set the stage. I rarely go to Sunday Mass. If I can choose, I’m a Saturday evening person. It’s become a tradition I genuinely enjoy with my mom and her dear friend. We go, we catch up afterward, and it’s become just as much about spending time together as it is about the service itself. Second — and this may be the bigger miracle — my teenage son willingly came with me on a random Sunday that wasn’t Christmas, Easter or accompanied ...

The perfect Fourth of July that wasn’t

I know we’re well past the Fourth of July. Most of us have already shifted gears into back-to-school shopping, thinking about the Canfield Fair and making plans for Labor Day weekend. Yet here I am writing about something that feels like it happened eons ago. Maybe that’s exactly why. Some moments deserve to be revisited because what matters never truly disappears. It simply changes form. Kind of like rain. Water evaporates after a storm, rises into the clouds and eventually finds its way back to the earth. It never really leaves. It just continues the cycle, reminding us that ...