INTERTWINED
Security is our fingers interlocked as we adventure. The grip is loose and free, but it holds us together tightly.
SLIGHTLY OFF KEY
Thanks to all those whose ears are slightly damaged but still love me!
THIS IS NOT THE END…. YOU CAN START AGAIN
As I ran past the caboose on my running trail, the yard limit sign, and the stop painted on the ground, I thought about how we can feel everything is telling us that it is time to give up on a job, a spouse, our faith, or ourselves.
Call me Grandma
I became a grandmother at age 33.
I’m sure you are doing the math to figure out how old I must have been when I had my child and how old my child must have been when she made me a grandma. I’ll help you with your calculations.
CARRY ME
Yesterday, as I stood aboard a battle ship with my youngest in my arms, it hit me. I could not remember the last time I held my older two. In that moment, I realized I might be holding my youngest for either the last time or one of the last times. The day is coming when she will no longer say, “carry […]
JUST ANOTHER DAY
As an imperfect perfectionist, one of my biggest problems is that I can NEVER do enough. I don’t mean this in an overly dramatic sense. I literally cannot physically do enough to accomplish everything that I feel should be done in a day. Two major factors in my life make this particularly true: my job and my children. These two factors entered my […]
SO MUCH DEPENDS UPON………….
I felt anxiety rush over me this morning. I was reading the words from the comment section of a post I had done for my cousin’s blog.* Actually, I might not be able to say I was reading the words. I mean, I was reading the words, but in the transmission from my eyes to my brain the words changed from what they […]
TESTING THE STANDARDS
It is time to reconsider the standards we judge ourselves against if they are so low that they prevent us from excelling or so high that, regardless of our efforts, we are left feeling inadequate.
WEARY WOMEN
I am tired. I am really, really tired. It takes a lot of energy to be a woman. I am tired of hating how my butt looks in my jeans, worn out with wishing for bigger breasts and drained by considering how every bite of food will effect my thighs. I am exaggerating, but only a little. A woman is expected to […]