Over the past two years I have spent a lot more time than I ever have before in cemeteries. It is not that I was afraid before. I actually find them a beautiful place for quiet, thought, and peace. The first time I'd been out to the Little Union cemetery since my Great Grandmother died… Continue reading written in stone
Month: November 2013
the only way to fly
Each Tuesday I gather with a group of women at Daybreak for our Sister Circle, a time of sharing and caring and listening. I was so looking forward to today, especially since I had to miss last week due to my little guy having a tummy bug. I always learn something or hear a bit of wonderful wisdom… Continue reading the only way to fly
fairytales schmairytales…..a letter to all my young’uns
These thoughts are for my children, the ones I gave birth to and the ones I didn't.....I love you all. You give my life meaning, and I would do anything to keep you from being hurt. And yet it still happens. Don't let it break you. More than anything, keep being your beautiful and giving… Continue reading fairytales schmairytales…..a letter to all my young’uns
My Daddy and His Way of Preaching
I have a memory of my Daddy that I've thought back on so often that the corners of the memory are wearing thin like the pages of my favorite books. It is as comforting as the blanket I carried and then slept with for years and years (and still sleeps in the back corner of my… Continue reading My Daddy and His Way of Preaching
the greatest legacy I can give my children
This has been a week like no other. We've had a birth in the family and a death. A celebration of another year of joy and fun in the life of our Princess, and we're remembering the day two years ago today that my Daddy left this earth and his fight with Goliath was over. … Continue reading the greatest legacy I can give my children
Rolling with the Princess
It was a day like any other day. Nine years ago. Only I was very, very pregnant. And we were stationed in Japan. Thousands of miles away from my Mama and Daddy. School was out for two days--teacher work days at Yokota East Elementary where my third grader was in school. We had gone up to the… Continue reading Rolling with the Princess
a safe place for her to land
The goal of raising children is what? To help them grow and leave and go out on their own, right? The downside of that is, if you do your job right, THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT THEY DO. My oldest had to say goodbye to both of my parents, two of the people she loved most… Continue reading a safe place for her to land
the ones that make it hard to say goodbye
When a soul leaves this world so do his stories. Those little tidbits of fact and fiction that were a part of the journey on the paths of his life, a part of who he was, unique only to him. Gone. About two or three months before Daddy died, I took this laptop over to Blackberry Flats and sat in the recliner… Continue reading the ones that make it hard to say goodbye
Cardinals and Starlings and Remembering When
This morning our Princess was the one who took Miss Sophie out for her morning constitutional. I heard the door open and close, and then immediately open again. "Mama! Mama! You have to come here!" she said urgently. I really don't like it when they do that. It could be anything from a flower growing… Continue reading Cardinals and Starlings and Remembering When
Talking to the TV, Time Change, and Listening to the Littles
This afternoon it was just me and my little guy at home. He asked to watch his "Davy Crockett" movie. He loves it, and his sisters are not so fond of it, so I said yes. Then he made my day and asked me to sit and watch it with him.Sweet boy. Yes.We were sitting… Continue reading Talking to the TV, Time Change, and Listening to the Littles
I Might Need A Nap 