I read a piece a few days ago that was so well written, a true breath of fresh air. So, of course, I’m that much more determined to produce top notch work. Of course. It’s definitely something I can whip up every single time I put fingers to keys. And it shouldn’t take too long….
life
But how do we also speak to now? How do we do so with grace?
the stories we tell
There are stories we tell ourselves in order to make the moment better or at least OK. Whether based on fact or fiction, these explorations of life give our lives more…more time, more comfort, more hope, more clarity… We feel a reprieve.
Jesus has hair
I didn’t know Jesus needed his hair done, all three feet of him, medium brown skin. She was (and is) absolutely adorable. Middle Child Syndrome rings through her slender build. She’s use to being at fault. What are you going to do for the rest of the day? I’m going to behave. It’s more…
a strange friendship…
And even after discovering that I don’t know her that well, after all, I still believe I can trust her.
no dogs allowed
There’s always something…reminding me that I can’t always have the order I crave…
A mother’s dreams
It’s hardest when I’m the driver. I hear her desperate little voice ask, “Hand?” So I reach back, even though a shoulder/neck kink is sure to follow, and I hold her hand. I do it because her toddler heart and mind can’t push through whatever current frustration is making hand-holding essential. She shouldn’t have to…