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?!
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?
God created one unique you. He didn't mess up. He didn't give you used parts.
This piece is about women - but if you're a man - please read all the way to the bottom - I need your help. Enemy Tactics Lately I've seen one main tactic of the devil against women: ISOLATION. And I'm about to throw it down and stomp all over it. Read on. I don't… Continue reading We Just Don’t Clique
At first glance, this is just a blossom. But just like people - we all have a story. Let me tell you how this blossom came to be and how it relates to your life.
Can't go around it, gotta go through it.
While the crowd roars with laughter, While elephants parade in Bright blankets and bare skin, I wait for the spotlight – I ascend the rope ladder, silently, And wait.
God is able to heal me, but even if He does not...I will not serve your gods.
It was midnight in the sleepy trailer park where I lived 3 miles out of town. The house creaked and groaned in the night wind, but was otherwise silent. I stared at the ceiling, then at the shadows the tree branches threw in my window. They felt like hands reaching out to grab me. I… Continue reading Runaway Train