Well, how are ya? That is the most popular question I get. It is truly measured on a day by day basis. I find that I have less time to write when I feel good. When I feel bad I have lots of sit down time and write the "oh woes me". Which I really … Continue reading Post 7 months diagnosis
How do you describe kindness? Is it when someone brings you a candy treat even though you can't have sugar? I know it's when your son wants to help daddy and he takes a can of spray paint to paints the rims of his truck black while Daddy is at work. Surprise! Daddy! How … Continue reading Kindness
Each family has their very own favorite set of quirks. I don't mean that meanly either. Quirky parents begat quirky kids. Who grow up and repeat the process. Kind of scary right? I learned recently of a family who puts lemon juice in their Dr. Pepper. I see that eyebrow, raised. To each his own- … Continue reading The love language of Coffee
There is nothing like sitting down and doin the business and looking over at the TP (toilet paper) dispenser and it’s empty. Uh oh. It’s worse than your family not just replacing the roll. You quickly assess the situation – looking almost frantically under the sink for more paper. Now you’re hot on the pot. … Continue reading Law of Two
Hate is such a strong word, malicious even. Hate means to dislike greatly. I try not to use the word too often or loosely so that I don't get in that habit of a negative vocabulary. However, I have pondered on just five things that I hate to do. Not people that I hate … Continue reading five things i hate
My little kids loved to draw pictures. Every now and again the pencil would fling the wrong way. Immediately upon the disapproval of the stray mark the whole paper was judged unfit to be crumpled and tossed. Instinctively, even at such a young age they wanted a perfect likeness. Yet, at their age, experience … Continue reading ..and we begin again.
This is quite a personal post from the heart and yet it is to divine not to share. Last month on a Sunday, I had the most a most humbling, wondrous day. This day was like no other- a real turning point for me. I'd been struggling to emerge from beneath this thundercloud stalled over … Continue reading Grace
You could count on it every day driving home in the puddle jumper from town; my little kids would ask, “Mom, where are we going?” And every time I’d answer, “home”, they would commence to grumble and grump under their breath. So, I applied a new tactic; when they would press for our destination, instead … Continue reading hamish (hey-mish)