A Season to Hold Space
If there was ever a season that I felt more bipolar… it is the holiday season. I LOVE the holidays. LOVE. THEM. I lit a candle yesterday and I could taste Christmas. We’ve… Continue reading
If there was ever a season that I felt more bipolar… it is the holiday season. I LOVE the holidays. LOVE. THEM. I lit a candle yesterday and I could taste Christmas. We’ve… Continue reading
I give grace. To everyone. Except me. If a friend has a goal to exercise everyday and they miss a couple days, I’m proud of them. THEY WORKED OUT MOST DAYS! But if… Continue reading
My mom is a farmer. I didn’t inherit that gene. When my kids were young, they’d go to Grandma’s and carry around chickens. I’d tell them to make sure the chickens don’t peck… Continue reading
I read Melania Trump’s memoir. Then I read Michelle Obama’s memoir. Before I dove into either of them, I made a list of activities and based on my preconceived notions, decided which woman… Continue reading
A few days ago I posted a scathing rant about my disappointment in the medical system. I was vindicated by the many similar stories people shared with me in person and via social… Continue reading
My husband is sick. We went to urgent care. Afterwards, I locked myself in the bathroom and sobbed. 2025 marks six years since my dad died of esophageal cancer. I absolutely have PTSD… Continue reading
If I say, “Mama Bear is comin out”… y’all know what I mean. If I say, “Mama Robot is comin out”, you may only know what I am talking about if you’ve recently… Continue reading
As 2025 took off with a boom (the midnight explosions behind my house rocked my world harder than when I got stuck in a mosh pit at a Metallica concert), I pondered my… Continue reading
Sometimes I feel like my life is just a series of interruptions. Everyday, I have my plan, my to-do list; I’ve mentally prepared to tackle things. I know, understand and accept that sometimes… Continue reading