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?
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
Yesterday my son taught me yet another valuable lesson. We were sitting quietly on a hill yesterday afternoon waiting for the fireworks to begin. Just the two of us. Out of the blue he said, "Mom, next time lets bring a football." I'd been lost somewhere in my own thoughts and this brought me back… Continue reading Just Get in the Game
I know what's in my mind - fear. I also know what kind of God I serve and what he has promised me. And I'm still gonna stand on his promise.
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
Stephanie was literally wearing her spaghetti sauce. I got looks from other patrons as spaghetti and sauce was everywhere, Stephanie was laughing like crazy about it, and Katie needed to "go", so I took their little hands and found the ladies' room.
Can't go around it, gotta go through it.
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