Today is my last day of my first 30 day mile a day challenge - actually my first challenge ever. That I gave myself. And my friend Cat very sweetly did with me. Ok, so in true “challenge” fashion. What did I learn? I need to drink more and more and more water (or I …
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Transition out of old, prebuilt places into new, un-forged territory is hard. It’s sad leaving home and striking out into the wild west of the unknown. It’s ok. Take the time to feel sad about leaving what you have known, what you have loved, what shaped and formed you into who you are today. And …
sometimes my mind grabs for you, trying to remember, trying to believe that you were real, that you were ever here with me in flesh and bone and blood. and when i get still and quiet and think about you I see your eyes, big and dark with heavy eye makeup that made you look …
i read somewhere that you know you’re a writer if you can’t help but write. If you must write, then you know you are among those word-crafters, those story-spinners, those who take us somewhere other than ourselves into a world of beauty, pain, hope and sometimes grotesque horror and salvation. You know you’re a writer …
Let me be clear. My encouragement to you to "tell the truth and say it out loud" does not have anything to do with attacking one another with stored up frustrations. It is about being honest with ourselves first; to stop hiding in excuses and pain, stop fooling ourselves about what is really holding us …
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Therapy is like an unwelcome friend that barges into your house at the most inconvenient times... and camps out on your couch. You love your friend, but really? Right now? Just when you wanted to settle in with book 5 of Harry Potter and get lost for a while. I've had lots of counseling... loads. …
Summer is a wasteland. A floating myriad of lost hours and extra daylight. We make a point of doing nothing on purpose around my house in the summer, just to balance out all the "have to's" of the school season. It is the way I do it, which doesn't say much for the way it …
i find myself walking through walmart, through the church yard, through the hallway in my house, or in my car, singing this song. it just comes up out of me so I thought I'd share... because the world needs more songs we can't help but sing. i remember playing it for elijah for the first …
guitarsallie. maybe it is the girl in the picture, clutching her brand new Taylor, with all the hope and passion in her heart that her bleeding heart songs would change the world. or maybe just that one person that showed up at the coffee shop last Friday night - October 1995. but i don't feel like that girl at all anymore.
I looked my 11 year old daughter in her big round, brown eyes. I had called her into the kitchen where I was cooking supper, because i suddenly realized I had said a horrible thing to her and I had to make it right. In those big, beautiful tender eyes I saw fear and dread. I had done that. I had put that dread and fear in her heart that came spilling out of her eyes. She stood there timidly, waiting to hear what I wanted to say and my heart broke a little inside my chest.
