What are you grateful for today? Share . . .
Dear Friends, of all the things I hoped and wished for in my life, simple was not on my list. As a young girl I wanted a loving life where I felt seen and heard. As a teenager I wanted a fun-filled life filled with excitement and adventure. As a twenty something I wanted an […]
Maybe the best I can hope for is for my children to experience the happiness I longed for as a child. Maybe my kindest and truest want will be for them to walk through this life without the biases I was brought up with, the layers of conditioned learning of what was right and what […]
My friends, people tell you that motherhood is fantastic ~ a beautiful experience that transcends all other achievements a woman can strive to accomplish. We see images of mothers “muddling” through the mundane with both a grimace and a smile just blessed to be in the thick of it. Every once in a while we […]
My friends, it was a cold and windy morning on the 29th of January when my children said goodbye to their Poppy. It had only been 4 short months since he sat at their soccer games cheering from the sidelines. 5 months since he sat in church watching his grandson receive the sacrament of eucharist. […]
Life is but a combination of fleeting moments strung together to create hours, days, years, and decades. As I sit next to my dying father, I am running through the combination of fleeting moments from our life together. I remember less of what he said to me and more of how he made me feel. […]
My friends, I stopped doing my house work. The dishes from New Years Eve sat in the sink until January 5th. I walked over the same small plastic straw wrapper umpteen times without any regard. I devised a special laundry system that involved leaving all clean laundry in baskets . . . unfolded. When I […]
Oh my friends, to suggest that I could teach you how to survive anything is incredibly presumptuous as to any sort of qualifications I have as a person. What the title should read is, I survived Christmas with a hospitalized father. Kind of . . . The aftermath of yesterday laid strewn all over the […]