What happens when I cannot stand the smell of the smoking section as a child and think I will die of lung cancer just by walking in that general vicinity? I hold my breath and sprint like a mad woman to the ladies room. Oh my, it’s been a day. Well not a WHOLE day. … Continue reading Negative Nancy Jr.
Dear Friend, I had two events happen today and though I wish I could simply express them in journal form to myself, it won't due. Having someone to speak with on the other end will help me form my thoughts. Thanks for listening. I had counseling today which led to discussion of PTSD (event #1). … Continue reading Isolation to Solidarity
My life is wreaking havoc. I lost my phone and, yes, I will pout about it. Apparently when you move out to the middle of nowhere, your phone becomes this beacon of hope, this lighthouse of a promising safe harbor (aka the city, real life, home, and sign of life). How on earth did I … Continue reading Phoneless.
Artist |Linda Ruth Dickinson| She stared me in the eye and the sun around her head nearly knocked my gaze back to the ground where I stood. Her hands were gritty and worn as if every day had been spent gripping and griping at the cards she had been dealt. Her three kids and … Continue reading Dirt & Sun
Closing Commission; Beth Moore My Dear Sister, God has summoned you To a growth-spurt of Grace Know your Biblical facts And stand squarely and securely On the Name of Jesus alone With your head tucked under grace Get out of your cemetery And quit trying to call That old you from the dead You are … Continue reading My Dear Sister
Thoughts seem to be more focused when you are away from the familiar. As if the breeze blew sand to a new dune and without knowing the height or depth, the sand simply stays. I find this new dune holding me pretty snug. Keeping me from running back where I came from or diving to … Continue reading Scandalous Night
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