The day your love language is “acts of plumbing”
As we removed old brown wax from the toilet flange, I realized that my husband’s project was also mine. Continue reading The day your love language is “acts of plumbing”
As we removed old brown wax from the toilet flange, I realized that my husband’s project was also mine. Continue reading The day your love language is “acts of plumbing”
I don’t like spiders and snakes — or frogs, actually, especially ones too close for comfort. Continue reading Shear terror? One way to kill a frog
A “prepper for a colonoscopy” is merely a pooper, stockpiling nothing, flushing everything. Continue reading Have to drink and run? Not fun
What I appreciated most about Connie throughout her battle with breast cancer was her transparency. Continue reading When your friend battles breast cancer…
I don’t care if this blog post goes viral, but I sure wish your prayers, good thoughts, fingers crossed or whatever on Connie’s behalf do. Pray for Connie. Spread the word, please. Continue reading Fight breast cancer and carry a big stick…
How I was forced to communicate my frustration with someone’s lack of communication. Continue reading An argument for communication…
She will miss wrinkles and arthritis, her daughters marrying, her grandchildren growing, and getting old with her husband. And we will all miss her. Continue reading As a result of her death, the missing begins
My oldest sister is dying save a miracle. The doctors declared her “terminal.” Her organs are shutting down. She has no hope for recovery. Continue reading When you have to say goodbye to your big sister
Looking back on what we had considered difficulties, we often gain the perspective of hindsight… Continue reading Hindsight is, indeed, 20/20…
Our cat is like a teenager who shows up when she wants — and doesn’t when she doesn’t… Continue reading When Trouble is a teenager and acts just like one
Had he lived, he would have celebrated his 50th birthday this year. As of today, he has been dead more days than he’d been alive. Continue reading It’s official: His death was a lifetime ago
I fell, sprawled on hands and knees — but no scrapes, no bruises, just a wrenched back that I optimistically thought might have been moved into alignment. Continue reading Did you have a nice trip?
My friend’s husband was in the midst of an ugly political race. To encourage her, I shared my son’s perspective: Delight in opposition. Continue reading Delight in the opposition…
It might be American culture or simply our locker room’s culture, but our unwritten rules clearly indicate that nakedness is a transitory state. Continue reading Keep the girls covered…
A part of being snarky makes me hush. In that reflective hush, I can explore my motivation, tame my words, or simply stop the post. Continue reading Snarky and hush…
Sometimes our son misses our power. Such as the night before we lost ours when he lost his. Continue reading Power to the people, not to the parents
Sara’s birthday’s in the house. Or gym. Or office. Wherever. Today. Continue reading “Sara’s birthday’s in the house”
She was wearing the title “Daughter of the King” and living in the truth that God is in control. That is living like royalty; we must trust our Father the King. Continue reading Living like a princess…
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