Winter – Pt. 1

‘She is not afraid of the snow for her household: for all her household are clothed with scarlet.’ Proverbs 31:21 I’m going to make a bold statement and say that ‘this winter has been the harshest in years!’ Harsh in terms of weather across the entire country of course, but worse, it’s been a beast of a winter for the sensitive types of this world. I can … Continue reading Winter – Pt. 1

A 90-degree Nightmare

I’m completely and utterly lost, and it scares the crap out of me. So much so that I cannot connect with my emotions when I want to. I’m swinging on a pendulum of pain that will not stop. I find myself attempting to manage the sudden shifts from sadness to anger only to find I’ve fallen into a sea of emotional disconnect. Feeling the feels … Continue reading A 90-degree Nightmare

Sadness & Joy – Pt. 1

‘Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance’ (James 1:2-3) Sadness The constant undercurrent of sadness is beginning to wear on me. Sadness, not depression. I know depression, and I know sadness, this is definitely the latter. I feel it when I check Facebook in the morning, … Continue reading Sadness & Joy – Pt. 1

Moments: A Book Story

My eyes traverse the perimeter, skimming the service in search of myself. It’s all there, a road map of my journey, five years of collecting knowledge. It all started with a book, a gift from my Mom. Her heart was in the right place, she wasn’t wrong, but she couldn’t see the big picture. She couldn’t fathom the possibility that my post-traumatic ‘situation’ started decades … Continue reading Moments: A Book Story

Miniature Moments: Texture

Sitting crisscross on the floor – a morning ritual. Leaned half-heartedly into the giant recliner behind me. Chocolate mocha – extra wide, covered in shades of ocean blue, swimming with dolphins. A remnant of a time long gone. The comfort of ‘bunnies’ still present but a bit worn. A sense of comfort as I close my eyes, traversing the memories a touch affords me. To … Continue reading Miniature Moments: Texture

My Cookie Monster

‘Oh, look cookies!’ my son exclaims. ‘Of course. How did that happen?’ I reply with a smirk and a glimmer in my eye.  Cookies. Cookie Monster. My cookie monster. He’s 21 now. How did that happen? Five minutes spent digging through a clear Dollar Tree container, seeking a memory. A moment in time, 19 years ago – my little cookie monster in a royal blue jumper. … Continue reading My Cookie Monster

Reinventing Us

We glide right then turn left, taking our time, careful not to ‘push it.’ We talk as we ride, well, I talk and mostly, he responds. “It’s time to reinvent ourselves.’ Another one of my ‘hail Mary’ moments. A moment of courage – an attempt to set things straight. It started with an appointment for us both to get an oil change. Well, not us, … Continue reading Reinventing Us