The day of my shipwreck? I mean, talk about semantics. What do you consider the actual day of the shipwreck? Is it just the day that the leak started, that the ship begins to go under? Or is it the day that the entire ship goes down? The day of complete and total submersion? The … More Shipwrecked
“I heard this Dolly song the other day…” I have this reoccurring dream where I see my dad. It’s a different setting each time. Once it was in my childhood kitchen, once it was at the grocery store, once it was in this wooded area which might have been my mind’s very lose interpretation of … More A Life of Many Colors
I didn’t want to celebrate this day. I honestly didn’t even want to participate in it. I wanted to distract myself enough to believe that somehow life now simply skips from October 11 to October 13, and then we could all just go another year without acknowledging that we are now living in year two … More We Always Celebrate
The flowers were attracting flies. I wish I could give a great, heartfelt beginning to this story. I wish I had some spiritual nudge, some inclination that someone needed these flowers in that very moment. But where this story starts is… I had a lot of really beautiful flowers in my house, and they were … More The Giver of Free Flowers
You used to pray Bob Dylan lyrics over me when I was a baby. I blame a lot of my idiosyncrasies on this fact. Why does my heart memorize the lyrics of 1960’s music as though it is the secret to life? Probably because of Bob Dylan. Why is 80% of my readership about 30 … More Forever Young
I have lived a million people’s tragedies, and I always seem to live it way better than they do. I mean, we all have, right? We’ve read books and watched movies. We have heard, seen, read people’s stories. We hear stories about the many things that create a life, and unfortunately, much of that is … More Tragic Grace
You know when you’re driving on the highway through a rainstorm and your windshield is all cloudy, and you can barely see the headlights of the car in front of you, and the sound of it all, the rain and wind, and sometimes even hail, is just pounding on your car and all of your … More The Overpass
Saturdays are for the boys. As I struggled to write the intro to this blog, my husband offered this opening sentence as his contribution. We both laughed it off, then I wrote it down at the top of my word document, and now here it is. The perfect intro. Because despite the joking nature of … More A Season of Saturday
Pain, We meet again. You’ve always kind of lingered. Here and there you’d make your appearance. You’re just always around, either directly in my story or someone else’s. You’re like an explosive relative. We all brace for you, and though we hurt for the others impacted by you, we all breathe a little sigh of … More An Open Letter to Pain
“I dreamed a dream in times gone by When hope was high and life worth living” Let me be incredibly honest with you… I am not where I planned to be at my age, and I’m not very happy about it. This is just a fact. It’s not a cry of pitty or self-loathing. In … More I Dreamed A Dream… And Then I Kept Dreaming
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