I’ve got the back-from-vacation blues. Even after being home for a week, all I want to do is go back to the beach. Life is great at the beach. No responsibilities. Very little clothing. Quiet waves rolling in and out. Throw in a cocktail and good book, and it’s just about perfect. Why would anyone… Continue reading Vacation Blues
How are you? No, really. How. Are. You? Not a simple question to answer, especially when it is asked in passing as a pleasantry rather than a real inquiry. Generally, our response ranges from good to well, demanding on where we reside on the grammar scale – by the way, Grammar Girl states it’s okay… Continue reading How are you, really?
Two weeks from today I will hop on an Airbus A340-600 and head across the pond. First stop London. I will finally see my daughter, who I haven’t seen since the beginning of January. And after a quick three-day tour of London, my family and I will begin our five country, fourteen-day tour. A bit… Continue reading The Story Only You Can Tell
I’m struggling today to come up with a topic to write about. I thought I’d go back to procrastinating but that doesn’t really interest me. My thoughts are split between planning for the New Year and reflecting on this year. It’s been a tough year. That goes without saying. Experiencing all the painful “first” while still… Continue reading Trusting God
Today is my son's birthday. He would have been twenty-seven years old. And for some reason I keep replaying the intricate details of his birth in my mind. I spent the evening of the 26th watching Yentl on VHS with my husband and sister. We had to pause every three to five minutes for my… Continue reading Remebering His Birth Day
The last few days have been full of triggers. First, there was the photo that popped up on Facebook. Even though I see the same picture several times a day when I look at my phone, it hurt to see it paired with a post that I had written in that moment two years ago. … Continue reading Christmas Eve Triggers
The cardinal was the first this morning, followed by a woodpecker and then a blue bird. Each pecks at the feeder a few times and flies away. But the cardinal stayed the longest. He didn’t exactly look at me, but he turned toward the window. Some believe that cardinals carry spiritual messages from precious love… Continue reading The Sunday before Christmas