This is not a literal hole. I would characterize it as a hole of despair. And I'm not sure I climbed out as much as I was pulled out. It was definitely a combination of me climbing and three or four people pulling. About six days ago, I was swept off my feet by a … Continue reading How to climb out of a hole
Our friends just brought home a darling little girl they adopted from Colombia. I saw the photos from the celebratory homecoming at the airport with their family and closest friends and I was moved by what I saw. Almost three weeks away from home, just shy of a month separated from their older children, and … Continue reading Adoption
I forgot I was supposed to write a blog today because I'm so focused on rewriting my manuscript. It's one of those days, and it might be one of those months. I don't know, I just want to get through it without having to properly apologize to too many people. 😉 So, the photo above … Continue reading My favorite things
My father was sick for many years with COPD and emphysema. We all knew he would pass on before my mother, unless of course she had a tragic accident or an unexpected illness. Thankfully neither of those happened, and sadly, my dad died on February 28, 2015. Before he passed, I always believed it was … Continue reading What do men have to do with it?
My article today was inspired by Elizabeth Mosley-Banks's article "10 'Harmless' Things You Say that Hurt Me" (Elizabeth Mosley-Banks). She lives with bipolar disorder and obsessive compulsive disorder and writes to increase kindness by educating others and letting those who have BPD and OCD know that they are not alone. After reading her article about … Continue reading What Not to Say
My husband and I celebrated our 17th wedding anniversary this weekend and stayed on Mackinaw Island and then took a boat tour of the magnificent Pictured Rocks in Munising Michigan. On the Island, everyone has the most stunning gardens. The flowers are bigger and more colorful than I've ever seen; like you see in Mexico … Continue reading Pictured Rocks and A Lot of Good Men
I loved my grandmother and I have fond memories of staying at her house on Buttermilk road, waking up to the whistle of a train. She taught me how to snap beans and pin curl her short silver hair. Chelsea and I would stay a week with her and on Saturday night, I’d gather up … Continue reading A little excerpt about my grandmother, her friends, and a Georgia train