I put on my purple plaid "silly pants," aka pajama bottoms, and I got in the car. It was as I was backing out of the driveway that I realized I needed gas if I were going to get to my destination. There was no time to go back in and change. So it happened--I… Continue reading Pumping Gas in My Pajamas…..
Tag: sharing stories
backstage
This weekend my sisterfriend has a story to share, as do so many of the beautiful, strong women I know. For all of you who are taking the brave step of sharing your stories out loud for others to hear, have courage. You are stronger than you know. You lived it, now go and share… Continue reading backstage
Stories for Daddy with a Brownie on the Side
Today is my Daddy's birthday. March 23. Another one. Without him. This is the fourth without him here with us. The third since we gathered with Mama and planted the tea olive at the foot of his grave. How is that even possible? Time is an elusive creature. Today we made a small pan of… Continue reading Stories for Daddy with a Brownie on the Side
Listening to Hear
So speaking of listening, I wanted to tell you about a young man who has made a great impression on me and mine. Yesterday in the midst of our out and abouts, the littles and I found ourselves next door to the GW Boutique on the other side of town. Lest you think I was… Continue reading Listening to Hear
The Dream That Made Me Hear
Is there a full moon or something? Because these dreams I am having.....when I awake, I'm not rested. I spend the rest of the day seeking meaning. Last night's was no different. In keeping with the "It's not for me to lock the door to keep someone out" and yesterday's thoughts about fear and comfort… Continue reading The Dream That Made Me Hear
Hands and Hearts Joined Together
Note: This is not a news report filled with facts about last night's vigil. This is simply my story of what I experienced and what I understood to have happened. The news articles are about the facts. This is about my heart. Yesterday started like any other. Breakfast, math, spelling.....and then the text came… Continue reading Hands and Hearts Joined Together
Sharing Stories Around the Picnic Table
On New Year's Day, over Maemae's Swedish Christmas Ginger Cookies in the shapes of Star Wars characters with a side of sparkling cider, I got to share stories with my nephews and my littles. They sat around the picnic table I bought and brought home and painted on one of the occasions the Fella was… Continue reading Sharing Stories Around the Picnic Table
All Need Telling
Back many years ago when I worked with Hospice, I had the privilege of visiting with an older gentleman who loved to tell stories. He told me about selling Elvis his first car, about saving a ship from blowing up during WWII, and so many others. I sat with him in the cold of winter… Continue reading All Need Telling
Tour Through Blogland Continues
Hey y'all. I am so excited to switch things up a little bit tonight. Last week I was nominated to be a part of the Blog Tour by my friend Lisa who blogs at My So Called Glamorous Life. She is a smart, funny, caring, and powerful voice whose blog you need to be following… Continue reading Tour Through Blogland Continues
The Weight of Worries and Woes
Some days life is hard. Not because of what has happened, but because of what could happen. All the coulds and mights and maybes and what ifs. Those can pile up on a soul and wear her slap out. This soul anyway. I'm tired, y'all. Between a headache for days and those doggone what ifs… Continue reading The Weight of Worries and Woes
I Might Need A Nap 