there'd be days like this. There'd be days like this, my Mama said. (Thank you, Shirelles and others.) Days where there are way more questions than answers. And those questions lead to more questions. But wait! That's not all..... sit and think about this particular something, and then there are all the questions cropping up… Continue reading Mama Said
Tag: Real life is messy
This Twisted Game of Fetch
This is Miss Sophie. Miss Sophie and her "baby." She has several--the blue lion, the monkey, the little squirrels in their tree, but this--THIS ONE--is her favorite. I know they say dogs can't see color, but my girl is very partial to pink. There's no explaining it, it just is. She loves her pink baby,… Continue reading This Twisted Game of Fetch
bad news
so it turns out I really can't handle any more bad news I've decided that based on the scientific fact that I am sitting here and everything in my head resembles a ticker tape running below the news reports and we know nothing good ever winds up there so no more bad news okay? instead… Continue reading bad news
Real
Every now and then a thought comes to mind, and something sitting beside it whispers, "Yeah, move this one to the head of the line. This one needs sharing now." Today has been one of those times. The thought that has been nudging me for a couple of days insists on being shared. And heard.… Continue reading Real
Knickers in a Twist
Warning: I'm gonna mention some unmentionables. Almost as an afterthought when the littles and I were at the Red Bullseye Marketplace the other day, picking up something to go with our supper and one other thing we needed from there, I ran through the underwear section. I like their underoos, and it's been years since… Continue reading Knickers in a Twist
Tears on a Tuesday…..Loneliness, Laundry, and Living on the Streets
Whoa, Tuesday! You sure did jump out of nowhere and grab ahold of my heart today. Totally wasn't expecting all of that. There have been tears today. Over the realizing all over again what Thursday is and that she isn't here to make her dressing. I've only not had Mama's dressing three Thanksgivings in my life--the… Continue reading Tears on a Tuesday…..Loneliness, Laundry, and Living on the Streets
Giving Thanks for Aunt Bee and Slow Readers
When I shared about my six-year-old son Cooter giving me the honor of naming me the "Meanest Person in the World," I mentioned that he might not have school and learning as a top priority. He's very bright and he loves learning new things--about Star Wars, animals, the world. Because of an episode of Andy… Continue reading Giving Thanks for Aunt Bee and Slow Readers
Keeping It Real
I write a lot about brokenness in the world. It's true. I see it, experience it, it breaks my heart, so I write about it. But sometimes the brokenness starts right here at home. Like today. The morning started off okay. When I woke up, Cooter was leaning over me, breathing in my face, whispering,… Continue reading Keeping It Real
I Might Need A Nap 