The Bridge

  There’s a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning. Thornton Wilder I was nine months pregnant with my first baby when Granny died. Earlier in the evening I stood beside the hospital bed where...

What Christmas Is

When I started writing this blog, I set myself the goal of two entries per week. I thought that seemed reasonable. And I met that goal pretty well for awhile. Then life happened over the past ten days, as it tends to do. And like running, that other pesky discipline that keeps me healthy, blog writing went straight out the window.

That Ship Has Sailed

There’s a recurring theme in my life called not being very good at boundaries. I’m getting better, but I used to be really bad at it, especially with people I love. And so even if someone disrespected me and hurt me really bad I might keep going back for more. It seems the more I cared about the relationship, the longer it would take me to create a boundary so as not to be hurt. I thought I could make it better if I kept on trying. I wanted to fix it. As a Christian I had a bit of a mixed-up notion of what it means to turn the other cheek and forgive seventy-times-seven and all of that. I believed it was wrong to walk away.

Life, Lemons, and the Pursuit of Perfection

I threw this image up on Facebook and Instagram yesterday after finding it on one of my neglected Pinterest boards. It was my mantra for the day based on a morning of failure. Failure in the form of burnt toast, hungry, unhygienic children; a cluttered house, laundry on the dining table, too tight pants, dirty hair, no blog entries in over a week, an empty bank account, and lateness, just to name a few.

Arms Around the World

I’m a mess this morning. I’m sitting in front of the computer in my denial pajamas, the same pajamas I had on yesterday morning until I was forced to put on my big girl pants fifteen minutes before it was time to leave the house.

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