Spectator. According to the wrinkled-up pages of the thesaurus on my shelf, synonyms for this word are “onlooker,” “bystander,” “watcher,” and (the one that makes my stomach tighten) “nonparticipant.” This is what I’ve been in my own life for almost a year now. A spectator sitting back….looking on as my day-to-day unwraps itself slowly, like a Christmas … More The Spectator
He gimped into the kitchen this morning looking like a little old man. He was wearing his blue house slippers and his bathrobe was tied loosely over his pajamas. Under one arm he carried the book he hasn’t been able to put down all week and from the other dangled his water bottle. “What’s up … More The Only Way Through.
Lately, I’ve been doing something very dangerous and up until now, it’s been my little secret. When my alarm goes off somewhere between 5-5:15am, I’ve been stumbling down the stairs and heading straight for the coffee pot. After I’ve had one sufficiently long, glorious sip I gather my Bible, journal, devotional, pens, and highlighters. Then, … More Just Change Me.
He exhaled loudly and fidgeted in the seat next to me. Out of the corner of my eye I could tell that he was nervous. “It’s going to be ok, you know?” I said softly. He looked at me and smiled. “Yeah. I know,” he agreed. “It’s just….I’ve…..never done anything like this before. I’ve never … More The Difference Between Quitting and Walking Away
It’s that time of year again. Days filled with lists and ads and endless hours of shopping. The time when we run from store to store getting all the supplies and get cramps in our hands from all the check-writing. Workbook fees, athletic fees, class dues, and yearbook fees all come due at the exact … More Emergency Contacts.
I was just on the verge of sleep when I heard the door creak. Tiny footsteps slowly tiptoe toward my bed. Climbing onto the trunk at the foot of the bed, she stealthily made her way–one knee at at time–up toward the pillows. I lay there silent; listening….as she rustles the covers attempting to cocoon … More Seeking Comfort.
Once upon a time I thought I’d be a world traveller. I’d join the Peace Corps or spend my life on the mission field. I’d build schools and teach in them. I’d learn languages and cultures and all about the people. I’d teach them and they’d teach me about their customs and traditions and what … More On Change.
Perhaps you saw me that day? I was the lady with my head down–staring at my phone–trying not to be recognized as “their mom.” Yeah. Those were my kids in the bathroom. They were the ones belting out the song from Moana because apparently the acoustics provided by Costco’s facilities are exactly perfect for a … More Sing.
One day, we went walking through a 550-year old lava field….. What? You never started a sentence like that? Well, neither did I; until just last week, that is. Last week we did something we never, ever do: We took our kids on vacation. To most of you this may mean nothing at all. … More Bloom.
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.