Eyes On The Prize

What should we do during COVID-19 pandemic and worldwide scrambling? I know my roll and it isn’t toilet paper. I’ve been told what lane to drive in and where to focus my eyes set on the horizon. Regardless of long lines, food and toilet paper shortages, and grim outlooks… My concern cannot be not only … More Eyes On The Prize

Under Pressure

I have a tendency to tear myself apart. As a child, I was told by various adults around me, that I “talked too much,” and that I was “annoying.” My middle school math teacher told my mom that I, “had ADHD and needed medication.”  She wasn’t the first teacher either. I have a tendency to … More Under Pressure

Trippin

  I messed up this week while making a comment on Facebook. I know. I should have known better. It’s a trap. Speak nothing but rainbows, unicorns, and butterflies on social media. I’d made a statement about the law, and someone I didn’t know responded, “Make sure you know what the laws are before you … More Trippin

Lifesavers

When I was a kid, we got to spend a week during the summer with our grandparents in St. Louis. It was one of the highlights of our year. Usually when the time was over and we were on our way home, they would drive us the 7 hours home to Cincinnati. We were young … More Lifesavers

Happy little tree.

I love Bob Ross. I remember watching him paint on Saturday mornings when I was a kid. He was like the coolest art nerd I could ever imagine. I wanted to paint like him. I wanted to transform blank canvases into snow scenes with run down old barns. I wanted to learn how to make … More Happy little tree.

Under His wings.

  Anyone else hate the daunting weight of perseverance? The idea of it is great, but the implementation of it frankly stinks. The embodiment of determination in spite of weariness. Perseverance is making the decision to keep going when all you want to do is quit. There is something very hard to comprehend when going … More Under His wings.

Me too

  The other night, I couldn’t contain my thoughts. I needed a sounding board. My  husband was the recipient. Worries started pouring out. Tears, and confessions of being exhausted, in more pain than what I want to accept on a daily basis, and the venting of frustration at accepting this harsh reality residing in my brain. … More Me too