I wanted everything to be perfect this Christmas. We’d made plans for the 23rd almost a year ago, I sent reminders throughout the year, reminded everybody at Thanksgiving. I was the most excited and hopeful I’d been for the holiday in a few years. Our children were all coming, the blending of which is still
divorce
Longing to smile.
I wrote this at one of the darkest times in my life a few years ago. I felt so lost, lonely, and empty. It is hard to explain to someone who hasn’t been there like trying to explain the color of the sky to a person who has never seen. While this is not me
Those Darn Daffodils.
So I want to tell you about something that happened a while back. As I type it, it seems silly today, but at the time it was a big deal for me. My sweetheart and I have a crazy story, go figure. Some of you know parts of it, none of you know all of
The Person in the Pew.
If I’ve learned one thing (among a thousand) it’s that you never know what that person in the pew is going through on Sunday morning. It may be the person a few rows ahead or a few rows back, it may be the person just to your left. It doesn’t matter, many people walk through
Outside looking in.
While I want so desperately for this to be a positive space all the time, life just isn’t like that. Things happen, not always good things, but they make us who we are, right? And if you’re like me, memories can be triggered in an instant that remind us of times that maybe we want
Finding Your People.
Whew… this has emotionally been a long time coming! But today, I’m so excited to share the first in a series of short videos called “Lessons Learned.” These short videos are all based on real life experiences from the school of hard {as a brick} knocks and those I learn moving forward on this crazy
What if today’s trials…
As most of you know, Facebook reminds us daily of memories. They pop up what happened to us on this day X years ago and sometimes they come at the best possible time, sometimes the worst. Sometimes, as I get more tinsel in my hair, I look at them and think, “Oh shoot… where was
She is me. She was me.
This is a journal entry from two years ago today…. the prompt for today’s post. I hope you’ll take a moment to read it and the video will speak for itself. Thanks for being here, love you all!!
Girl in the mirror…
You know, I started this blog post with all this blah, blah, bah, humbug about yuchy stuff I realized can wait for another day! The hard stuff is important but today is not that day. I could not ask for a better way to end a year and start a new one especially on this
The Journey.
Today, I share simply this… I love Mary Oliver and her writings and this one, this one right here, has gotten me through some dark days. In my searching for something today, I stumbled upon it, and I don’t believe anything is by chance. Maybe I’m wrong…. I hope it touches someone else today.
Down the drain.
Earlier today, I stood in the shower and cried. I even cry trying to type this. It is difficult. Some of you who know me may think, when is this girl going to get a grip… oh wait, I think that was me saying that. I just know I created this space to make myself
On the Anvil.
I was rereading this book recently for about the fifth or sixth time and I thought, you know, I need to share this because if it means so much to me, it may to someone else! I read this book when it first came out in 2008 simply because one of my favorite authors, Max
