Sobering, yet exciting. Awful, yet awesome. Overflowing with regret, yet bursting with anticipation. Every year, during Holy Week, I wrestle with these dichotomies as the days tick down to my single favorite holiday of them all–Easter. Christmas is welcomed after endless months of planning, and running, and wrapping. Thanksgiving comes after days of cooking and baking. … More The Promise.
She is the one who resembles me the most. She’s a bookworm who loves to read and she carries her journal everywhere we go in case she gets a good idea for the story she’s writing. She’s sensitive, but outspoken; feisty, melodramatic, adventurous, and loves a good laugh. She mimics my facial expressions when she talks … More Mini-Me.
Every year I do it–I pick just one, small word. I call it my Focus Word, mostly because I’m not creative enough to come up with a fancy name for it. It’s one word that sums up all my intentions for each new year. I use the word to keep me grounded, challenge myself to … More One Word
Sometimes I forget that mine is a broken one. I get so caught up in the day-to-day or so focused on the destination that I don’t stop and glance back over the long and winding roads of my past. Cracked and bumpy roads. Some with wide crevices and deep pot holes. Even the smooth ones … More Journey.