I want to write again. I’ve been wanting to do it for a while. I’ve started a new post {and stopped} at least three other times in the past twenty-one months. It's like breaking awkward silence between friends. The longer it goes on, the harder it is to pick up the phone and make the … Continue reading New Beginning, Part II
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Happy Anniversary
Heather called me this week. When she calls, she always begins with the same question. “Is now a bad time?” What neither of my daughters realize is that there’s never a bad time to hear from them. Our usual mode of communication is text, so if I am being summoned to speak on the phone … Continue reading Happy Anniversary
I hate to admit this. I love Facebook. A little too much.
Sparking Joy
I got a new desk. Well, not exactly a new desk, more like a used, new-to-me desk. My sister relocated from Atlanta to Chicago and was unable to envision a spot for her custom made, antiqued grey, 300-pound concrete top, two-person desk at her urban loft. In case you can’t tell, I’ve a l w … Continue reading Sparking Joy
That Moment
I work at a soup kitchen located in the town where I live. Not as a volunteer, but as one of two paid employees. I was a volunteer for nine years before I was hired. My interest in the soup kitchen began innocently. I chaperoned a “field trip” for the school service club my daughter … Continue reading That Moment
The Helpers
I haven’t been posting regularly. October was a tough month. It truly beat me down.
Make A Difference
"Once you become aware, you become responsible." - Theo Schaffer
You’re Not Done Yet!
Every time I think we are finally on the path forward, smooth sailing, something happens. BAM. Bump in the road. It’s become quite routine actually!
Map of the World
My fear of her life experiences being limited was served to me on a silver platter by the TSA agents at Charlotte Douglas & O’Hare International airport.
New Beginning
As much as Heather starting college is a new beginning for her, it’s a new beginning for me too, only I don’t know how to begin again.
Mama Bear 