Do you remember getting your first cell phone? Somewhere between the pinnacle of second-generation (2G - GSM) mobile phones and the advent of third-generation(3G - CDMA) mobile technology, I got one of my first cell phones. I was 27 years old. It was a ruse from the start. It was around the end of 2002… Continue reading What the Text?
I remember it was on a day like this one - dreary, bleak, and wonderful. The rain started and stopped, but mostly fell steadily just past my fingertips against the front window. The kids were at school and I was supposed to be grading papers, but I couldn't. My mind was stayed on one student… Continue reading Who Inspires You? (for Caro)
This is the week before school begins. More than usual, this week is all about family dinner nights out, Wal-Mart excursions (for school supplies), and various other ways the kids are finding to raid my bank account. When I was shopping for my own school supplies at M.E. Moses (that was a five & dime… Continue reading Is This On My Kid’s School Supply List?!
Lord, I know you search me You know all my thoughts You know when I sit quietly Or when I stand up - You're there. You understand me. Close by or faraway you Reach me - You know just when I sleep Or when I'm walking, Nothing catches you by surprise. Before I begin to… Continue reading My Heart’s Overflow
A new dad waiting for his first baby to be born understands the value of a minute. A new dad hearing that baby's first cry understands the value of a moment. Lately I've been pondering the difference between minutes and moments. I don't know about at your house, but at my house we seem to… Continue reading Minutes or Moments?
What is This? You're sitting there, tears falling over freshly dried tears, wondering how on earth you got to this place. Whatever your this is, it feels like hell. It feels like nothing is ever going to be right again. Maybe you've done everything right. Maybe you've done everything wrong. I've been on both sides… Continue reading Startled – What is This?
It would make good sense for me to begin a book on navigating life post-divorce with the story of my ex-husband's infidelity. But how could I possibly write that without first telling you that I have been the "other woman" - twice?
If heaven has a front porch, Grandma's probably on it shelling peas and waiting for her sweet baby girl so we can sit and bask in the newborn sun.
Tonight I stared into a mix of Yellowed, redded, oranged hues that Danced before the horizon And wondered, "where do they go?" What happens to the light when it Stumbles out of reach, And leaves me standing, wondering Whispering to the dark - Come back... Does it lose its light or simply Remain intact, yet… Continue reading It’s Beyond Me
At the end of the day you don't hear my prayers for the ones I love who are agonizing over broken hearts. At the end of the day you don't feel my tears brought on by self-inflicted wounds. At the end of the day you don't see the ring with 4 corners where the fighters… Continue reading When the Day Settles