Or maybe a week from Thursday. It’s hard to say. Continue reading “The future is now”
The boy is back in town.
He flew. He never flies. He hates to fly. But he hates that he hates to fly, so he made himself do it, to face the fear, and I’m really proud of him for doing that. Continue reading “Less than a week to irkdom”
I talked to my sister today. Not for long, but it was good to hear her voice. Even though she has a cold (and possibly allergies), which were sort of wreaking havoc.
It was good to hear my sister’s voice, because we don’t talk all that often, but Continue reading “Heart of my heart”
There’s something about funerals that turns one introspective.
Not unexpectedly: the reminder of how brief this life really is perhaps should give us pause to consider our paths.
When one says goodbye (for now) to someone who has touched so many of the lives around them, it’s hard not to evaluate the net impact of one’s own life. Continue reading “Introspection”
My sister often tells
our her girls that life is a series of choices and their consequences: good choices lead to good consequences, and bad choices lead to bad consequences. While they are little, those connecting lines are easy to draw. Continue reading “The choices we make: what we tell ourselves”
Not to overshare or anything, but I’m peri-menopausal. I’m a little on the early side, but that’s how it went for mom too, and if I thought Continue reading “Not to overshare or anything”
My new bed arrived. Sears delivery didn’t call me an hour ahead of arriving, as indicated, but they were here in the agreed-upon delivery window and they called 5 minutes out Continue reading “Now to lie in it”
Work is stressing me out. I need more hours in my day, preferably without actually working any more hours in a day. Who has that magic wand I’ve been looking for? Continue reading “Midweek flotsam”
I close my eyes, and I see her face. She is smiling; I hear her laugh. I can feel the warmth of the love — the loves I saw most: of Jesus, and of her family — that was woven into the very fabric of her being. Continue reading “Grief and hope”
I don’t have social anxiety disorder. I know this, because I looked it up.
I looked it up, because there are nights where the laying-in-bed-torturing-myself-about-the-interactions-of-the-day is almost enough to Continue reading “Self-absorption disorder”