I opened up Pandora’s box last night and now I am regretting I ever did it. I am sitting here and my stomach is turning. I should eat something. I should eat cereal. Boxes of it. Cause boxes of cereal
When I was younger. Much younger. Like I had a crush on Richard Marx younger, I shaved my head. Not my whole head cause that wouldn’t be cool. But only half of my head because apparently that was way cooler.
When I was younger I remember my mom making scrambled eggs and rice with cinnamon on it a few times a month. It was usually when my dad was late at work or out of town. At least that is what
Before you leave….. Sweet one you graduate in 19 months from high school. Although that means you are home for another year and half. It means you are only home for another year and half and this mama’s heart just
I wish I could say I had something profound to say. Something to say that would make you want to change your life. But today, at this moment, all I want to do is lay flat on my face before Jesus.
Dear Moms, Do you know what beautiful is? Earlier this week I wrote a post to my daughters about what beautiful is. This got me to thinking. Do WE actually know what beautiful is? Someone had asked me recently to
Dear girls, I am sorry. I am sorry for not telling you. For not telling you that today you are beautiful. I am sorry for not reminding you that when the jeans don’t fit. You are beautiful. When you are
I feel like every day I hear of another marriage ending. When I was in Uganda two years ago my best friend called to tell me that someone that I had put on a pedestal for so long had left
The clothes I wear say who I am. When I was younger I imagined that early on I wore clothes that said Adventurous spirit Tree climber with skinned knees Roller-skater who was afraid to fall Dare devil that loved the
He did the best he could. That is what she said, in her brown cushioned chair, noise machine by the door. He sat. Sat next to me in her office. Months of pain unspoken hung between us. I am not