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
Category Archive: Grief
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Made to Break
For my son’s 21st birthday, he and my husband went to the Rage Room. They bundled up in industrial overalls and had protective gear on, headed into a room spray-painted with graffiti, and… Continue reading
The Key to Surviving This Crazy Life
Life is a lot. Too much sometimes. In a two-and-a-half month span of time I will have gone from having three children in Washington State to zero. I’ve lived my entire life in… Continue reading
Grief Like a Gut Punch
It’s crazy how missing my dad lives in my background emotions, until I see Julia Roberts and George Clooney on the big screen dancing like the biggest dorks of the century. And it’s… Continue reading
Staying in the Moment
Have you ever driven across town to a familiar destination and when you arrived, you realized you were on autopilot and really don’t even remember driving? How many times have you said things… Continue reading
A Painful Journey Back
The pain of grief is like labor pangs. You remember them, but you don’t FEEL their depth, their intensity, until the next contraction hits. Those precious few minutes between contractions give you time… Continue reading
Embracing the Chaos
This morning I prayed for God to help me embrace the chaos that’s swirling around me. I’m reading, Wash Your Face, by Rachel Hollis. I need to read this book every year. It… Continue reading
Off the Grid in Desperate Times
Note: This is a story. Sparked by a dream I had. Enjoy 🙂 They were coming to get him. They made the announcement weeks ago, but everyone thought… No… not here in America.… Continue reading
Sequestered with Teens; Day 13
My feet made me cry. Then Pearl Jam made me cry. I cuddled up on the couch to watch church this morning, and I noticed my feet. I have my dad’s feet. Long… Continue reading
Sequestered with Teens; Day Eight
Today I woke up mad at Jesse, which makes sense since I went to bed mad at Jesse. I’m over it now. That’s usually how it happens. The morning was rough though. I… Continue reading
