It's All About Connection
When those you love don’t love you back, it hurts. We all experience it at one time or another. Betrayal by someone we thought was a friend. A romantic relationship that doesn't work out. Family quarrels that separate and divide. Real life scenarios that sting us in a big way. After such encounters, we're often... Continue Reading →
I didn’t awaken that morning expecting my life to change. I knew some things would be different. There would be diapers to change, extra laundry to wash, another mouth to feed. But true change? As in a shift in perspective change? As in a how-did-I-ever-make-it-without-you change? Yet there it was, covering me like a warm... Continue Reading →
Gratitude turns what we have into enough. I love that saying, and I believe in its message. So much so that I have it displayed on a shelf in my sitting area. As I glance at it each morning, I am reminded of the importance of being thankful. When I am thankful, I am more aware... Continue Reading →
We decide whether or not our hearts run dry. This is the thought I left with you last week. We talked about warning signs in our lives -flashing red, reminding us we are nearing empty. These indicators typically stand out in how we respond to what is going on around us. Perhaps we are quick to anger,... Continue Reading →
Dear Son, Thoughts of you fill my mind tonight. It’s your first night not living at home. And although you’ve been away from home many times, you’ve never not lived here, in this house, under this roof, with your dad and me and your siblings. Yes, tonight is different. You packed up most of your... Continue Reading →
Dear Mom – Sometimes I get the feeling you’re not so sure you were a good mother. You probably recall every mistake you made, every word you wish you had not spoken, every “yes” that should have been “no”, and every “no” that should have been “yes”. Like most moms, those memories tend to stand... Continue Reading →
So you had a bad momma day. Maybe you yelled at the kids. Or left one at church, thinking he rode with daddy. Perhaps you neglected to sign the permission slip, causing your kid to miss out on the class field trip. Or there’s that funny story you told about your teenage son, only to... Continue Reading →
I remember vividly my grandma cradling me as we rocked back and forth, back and forth. I must have been only four or five at the time. While the words she spoke and the songs she sang escape me, I recall feeling loved. Safe. As if I belonged there, in her lap. I think back... Continue Reading →
Somewhere along the way I’ve lost myself. It seems my identity is deeply hidden beneath what I do and for whom I do it. I proudly wear the title of friend, daughter, sister, wife, mother, and Mia to my first grandchild. I’m very comfortable in these roles. I love being these things to my people.... Continue Reading →
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