Grief Relief: When You Can Talk About “It” and Do Laundry Too You may not be ready to hear this, but that’s okay. I wasn’t ready to say it, until just now. It came without warning. There wasn’t a day marked on the calendar. We weren’t waiting for it, honestly, I figured it was just a rumor. This place where all the sudden, I wasn’t in shambles on the floor. I didn’t need a Xanax or some dear friend, who …
New Year: A New Everything, The Jubilee Road I will start by saying, 2018 was the hardest year of my life. And no, no one died, we are safe and well. However, I was struck hard with the grief of loss from the year before, change, and disappointments. I think I am most fascinated by how quickly we want that part to be over. But for readers and listeners of my podcast who are also watchers of HGTV, what has …
When our oldest vandal son, Sam was about 3 he carried two Hotwheels cars with him wherever he went. One in each hand. He wouldn’t let them go. On an outing to Target, as I stood in the checkout line Sam drove his two cars over the Snickers display making boy noises. An elderly woman from one line over finished her purchase and made her way toward us. “Excuse me,” she touched my arm. “Yes?” I inquired. “Your son is …
It is raining here again. This is a big deal. Although, we are still in dire need of more, it has been raining a lot. Things around here are looking lush and green. I heard an older gentleman saying he woke to frogs chirping, something he hadn’t heard since the mid 90’s. Come to think of it has been a while since I heard that sound. It occurs to me how grateful I am for this abundance of moisture. I …
Grief drenched me. From the windows of my bedroom on the second story of our home on our 640-acre ranch, I could see the sky morphing from daytime to a water colored twilight. The master bedroom glowed with purple hues. My husband Justin, who always generous and thoughtful, had excused me for the evening. I could hear the acquainted sundown clamor. One of the college children was home to help. Our 14-year-old daughter would help too. The three youngest, our …
God Forgot… Day 31 of Write 31 Days Stuff I Wish You’d Quit Saying: God Forgot No, He didn’t. He heard. He hears. The bottom line is, He moves how He moves and He saves how He saves. We cannot “make” Him do anything. Although, I have wasted the better part of 40 years trying to navigate Him with my good works or lamenting His hatred of me when I have failed. I am sad I misunderstood. I regret the …
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