Sunday morning Cooter came into our room, bouncing on the bed. It being a day of rest, the Fella and I were trying to stretch it out as long as possible. Cooter is a morning person, me--not as much. He was excited about the upcoming Falcons game, and he and his partner in all things… Continue reading Be the Kicker
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Chasing the Darkness With a Big Ol’ Broom
So today I heard the Story of the Chicken. I have a friend, an amazing young woman in her last year of college who shared it on Facebook, and that chicken is what I've thought about much of today. Apparently this poor chicken fell off of a "chicken truck," and my friend and her friends… Continue reading Chasing the Darkness With a Big Ol’ Broom
Telling Folks Where to Go
So there was this sign out yesterday a couple of streets over, advertising that there was going to be a neighborhood meeting tonight. I texted with my sweet neighborfriend, curious if she or her husband were planning on attending. I had a question or two, and I'd been trying to figure out how I could… Continue reading Telling Folks Where to Go
of what doesn’t make sense
we have this need, don't we, to make sense of what doesn't to figure out the why sometimes becomes very important, almost urgent I wonder if we get that from our mothers or our fathers or from the One who created us though of course I feel fairly certain there are times when even the… Continue reading of what doesn’t make sense
Sometimes They’re the Words I Need to Hear
So when someone is having a hard time, feeling broken, lost, alone, worried, upset, anxious, and you don't know what to say-- silence is okay. Sitting right there next to them and saying nothing is okay. But you know what else is okay? Saying, "It will be okay." Because sometimes whether it will be all… Continue reading Sometimes They’re the Words I Need to Hear
Daddy and the Stale Vanilla Wafers
My Daddy loved stale vanilla wafers. I learned to love them too. Or rather, I should say, I learned I loved them too. Because, yes. Very good. The flavor is no different, but it's all about the texture. Daddy and I never really talked about our preference. I just know that there was a feeling… Continue reading Daddy and the Stale Vanilla Wafers
that day
well it certainly isn't like I don't know that day is coming soon but I really admire the ostriches and how they address things such as this burying their heads, long necks stretched out at such an angle-- that takes skill and precision too, you know so it's not like I'm taking the easy way… Continue reading that day
Flip the Flag
Miss Sophie and I went for a walk late this evening, after the sun was well behind the trees and there was a lovely breeze blowing, dissipating some of the heat from the day. As we walked down the cul-de-sac, I noticed a flag up on a mailbox, and in that moment, I wished we… Continue reading Flip the Flag
oh, brother
It's quite late, really, and I'm sure you're already sleeping. Worn out, tired, the good kind that comes from chasing your three boys and all the memory making you do together. And so I will tiptoe down the hall and just leave this outside your door much as I did when you were new to… Continue reading oh, brother
My Happy Place
Instagram with all its captured photos is my happy place. I do not follow many folks, and I rarely post myself. Most of the people whom I follow are creative and joy-filled. All the loveliness. There's no arguing over what issue is most important or which candidate is going to do what. There's no heartbreaking stories or… Continue reading My Happy Place
I Might Need A Nap 