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
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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
Sequestered with Teens; Day Two
Newness is kind of exciting, and then overwhelming, and then exhausting. Today is Day Two of the Stay-Home mandate given by our governor, but my first day working from home. Jesse set me… Continue reading
Wrestling with Big Questions
Even though I would love to be granted the wisdom to know why my dad died, I know I won’t be. At least not in this life. But there are other questions I… Continue reading
Effortless
On Christmas night, we went to my 86-year-old grandpa’s house and watched old home videos. When I say old… I mean old. My dad would’ve turned 61 this month and there were shots… Continue reading
