I have a confession to make. Sometimes I get on my knees to pray and {for just a tiny, split-second} I wonder if Anyone is actually listening. In one week’s time, a beautiful wife & mother of 4 young children lost her year-long battle with brain cancer. That freaking repulsive tumor stripped her of her … More Abandoned?
Change is beckoning. Calling to me from around the corner–blinking like a blue-light special at the Kmart we frequented when I was a child. As a military wife of almost 17 years my purpose has been easy–be “the constant.” In a life that changes with every TDY, PCS, job title, and promotion I have always … More My purpose (?)
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.
Double-knotted shoes. Favorite playlist on pause. Watch ready at 00.00. This is my routine. I check each one as I walk out the door and then it begins. Everytime I do this I spend the first few minutes wondering, why? My knee and foot ache…scar tissue reminding me of my glory days. Eight months of … More Not weak.
Anyone who knows my Nate knows he’s always thinking about something. His wonderful brain never stops planning, pondering, or picturing his next “thing.” For weeks he’s been following me around the kitchen; scribbling ingredients on a piece of notebook paper and making them read like recipes. Monday morning, his alarm went off at 6:30am. He … More Nathan’s Diner
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.
Oops…I did it again. And again. And again… I listened. I heard the whisper, and I stopped to listen. It was pleasant enough, at first–soothing, sweet…almost seductive. It affirmed my suspicions. Told me all the things I already knew. It made me feel comfortable. But after weeks listening I began to slowly recognize the voice. … More Listening.
A sweet, hunched-over old lady pushed her cart slowly and deliberately through the aisles of the commissary. I had been stuck behind her in several aisles and I confess I was getting slightly annoyed at the fact that she appeared to be in no particular hurry. Rolling my eyes and searching for the perfect moment … More United.
Yesterday, just as the sun was coming up, a wide-eyed, curious little boy showed up at my bedside with an armful of books about pirates. He was wearing Big Bird pajamas and had a pirate hat on. His Peter Pan dagger was skillfully tucked under his armpit. As I rubbed my eyes and slowly opened … More Doing Our Best
my anchored life: 