relationships
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Notable Qualities
I think that in leu of bio sections on dating site profiles , people should post screenshots of the notes section in their phones. Those tell a LOT more about a person than “I like dogs, working out with muh boys and occasionally enjoying a glass of wine”. Instead, if we could peruse their notes, Continue reading
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Unexpected Grief
My heart aches and my mind is as bleary as my red and puffy eyes. I generally pride myself in finding the very best words to utilize in poignant expressions of my thoughts. Today’s writing will most likely fall short of beautiful, but I NEED to write it out. Have to somehow, maybe, find a Continue reading
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Remembering Little Good Parts
Once in a while (typically when I am elbow deep in a sink of dirty dishes) my mind will wander off to reminiscence about past relationships. There are so many reasons they didn’t last, and I am thankful they didn’t. Sometimes, though, my bored brain will go on a little jaunt away from those terrible Continue reading
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Control
My story does have a happy ending, but my journey here was a turbulent one. Occasionally, a random thought will blow my memory calendar open to a date long past. I reflect upon those moments, reaching for understanding. Here and there, I am able to grasp hold of a little clarity into why my younger Continue reading
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And the Greatest of These is Love
My memories are so fragmented, but as I continue to write, maybe I can make sense of… something.We were considered to be a fairly large family. Most folks seemed to think seven kids made for a massive family, anyway. I never thought we were of any extra volume, people-wise. Our church was filled with so Continue reading
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Domestic David & Goliath
I was their protector. Their warrior. Others speak of me as being a warrior against my illness, and not to belittle those battles because they are beautiful in their own way, but those will never compare to the war I fought as a child. I felt like David in stories of old – just a Continue reading
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I Prayed for Patience
I grew up in a fairly large family – the little mama sibling who cared for the emotions of a quiver full of younger babies. Someone had to, while our mother was occupied with shooting out the next of us, like a clown car under pressure. Spurred by a love of being surrounded by chaotic Continue reading
Creating Peace From the Pieces 