Before I launch into my excessively wordy and sappy Valentine tribute to my boyfriend, I want to describe the sequence of events surrounding the taking of these pictures. 15 year old was snapping pictures while the 12 year old was … Continue reading
You’ve heard it before – the people who lovingly speak of the bad stuff that happens to them and dreamily recount how it’s blessed them and they’re – gasp – thankful for their trials. Oh puh-lease! I’ve always operated under … Continue reading
I’ve taken an impromptu and unplanned sabbatical from blogging (writing) for oh, round about 6 months now. I’m not deluding myself into thinking you’ve missed me, but just in case you wondered…here goes. First there was Thanksgiving then Christmas … Continue reading
A Beautiful Biopic So, my husband and I, his sister and her husband went to see the movie “The Butler” recently. I’m a little bit of a history buff and tend to be entertained by epic biopics. Also, I didn’t … Continue reading
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings By Maya Angelou The free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to … Continue reading
‘Twas battered and scarred, And the auctioneer thought it hardly worth his while To waste his time on the old violin, but he held it up with a smile. “What am I … Continue reading
Usually, the Lord has to crack me over the head with something really big and obvious for me to really see his hand at work in my life. I’m stubborn, prideful and loud and that makes it really hard for … Continue reading
The girl in the shadow is not who I am. She comes around to insult me after my bundle is birthed and stalks in the shade, unwelcome. She mocks me with her muffin pants and bubble shirts, makes me do … Continue reading
Powercycle and Pity Party I had a miscarriage this week. It was the first time I’d ever experienced it and it was harder than I would have expected. You can read more about that here. It’s one of those life … Continue reading
The Road Not Taken BY ROBERT FROST Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where … Continue reading
Originally written after the birth of my first baby in 2003. Motherhood was a mold I was pretty sure I’d fit right into. I felt it was my biological purpose and I had been taught from a young … Continue reading
How I got here I think I’ve always rejected the status quo. I’m not sure if it was my upbringing or any particular thing my parents taught me or if I was born with it coursing through my veins. I’ve … Continue reading
