What are you grateful for today? Share . . .
Like a breath of fresh air, new friends can come into your life and ignite a fire you forgot you had. They can remind you of who you are, who you were as you share your stories, and who you want to be. It’s an energy that we, as women, can inspire within each other. […]
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 […]
As a grown woman with a career, a family, and a very full, beautiful life I find it difficult to talk to people about my deep discontent with love I wasn’t given as a little girl. In fact, I can talk myself right out of my feelings quicker than I could share them with anyone. […]
My dear friends, that title says it all, doesn’t it? As a woman in recovery from much bigger and badder things than carbs I half-smiled writing it. In fact, the revelation of being in a carb junkie is new to me, it didn’t occur to me until the night my father came home on hospice. […]
My friends, since the death of my father my heart is both full to capacity from all the love I am receiving and broken beyond repair from the loss of my dad. I haven’t had a good cry since the day he died and the further time moves from that moment, the further his memory […]
These days since my father’s death I’ve been moving through life at my usual pace. Seeing me from the outside doesn’t look much different than before, but my insides feel crumpled. It’s as if my insides were a sheet of paper crumpled up into a small ball that has been laid flat on the table […]
My friends, I am starting to see hope and feel gratitude after my father’s death. See, I have made many mistakes in my life, however, choosing to spend the rest of my life with the man I call my husband is not one of them. As time moves over the wound of losing my father, […]
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. […]
It has been almost three whole days since you died. Looking back at the five days you spent home on hospice, replaying each moment, I have come to understand some important things about those days. First, time felt suspended. I have never felt something so surreal. I was looking at my watch often waiting for […]
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. […]