Bible Therapy
Anyone who knows me can testify it's been a hard year. It didn't start in 2026, the fun began in 2025 when I received the surprise phone call from my son that he had randomly joined the Army. Then he told me he was coming home to live until he left for boot camp. My first thought was, "Why the Army???" My whole family tried to push him toward the Coast Guard or Air Force. Doesn't matter now. Anyway, when he moved home in October He brought along our dog and his new rescued ad
Love Levels the Playing Field
I think. A LOT! Some would argue that I think too much. I can't control my brain so I'm okay with it. But when I finally decide to release a random thought of the millions that pass through my mind in a day, sometimes it takes people by surprise. Even me, to be honest. Still in evaluation mode of my recent past relationship, something came to me this morning. I tried too hard. My fella was so smart that it intimidated me. Unfortunately, that kept me in a constant state of try
Consumed by Blue and Orange
Slowly ascending the arched bridge expecting the same old, my eyes surprised. Like a gate, they opened and allowed the healing to enter from the dark blue waves lapping beneath and the warm orange sun on its throne above. Hope was born in that moment. Your warmth embraced my nervousness. Dancing like perfect partners the complement was eye striking~ One robust in warmth expanding and matching its blue foundation~ Each holding its own yet stacked layers ministered to me~ War
Empty Nesting Solo - Boot Camp Begins
The day came and I couldn't stop it. My first day without seeing my son come home for real. Knowing he started his new life and nothing will be the same again. It was always coming. I'm glad he's happy, that makes me happy. I'm proud of him for chasing another dream. He's doing something he will always be proud of that will bring many future provisions for him. But it still hurts like H-E-double-hockey-sticks! Gen Xer's will know what that means. Before he left, I told him I
1 Day to Empty Nesting Solo
Unimaginable depths of sorrow are flooding me. I don't remember ever crying this hard. Every breath I cough, gag, or fight for air. I walk around my house and there's his X-box controller in his chair, a guitar he wrote a song with this morning, leftovers in the fridge that were left untouched. I'm sorry I don't think I can write anymore today. I need to try to understand my life without him again. It's too much. If you're a single parent going through this, I'm so sorry. I k
2 Days to Empty Nesting Solo
Yesterday as I followed a drive-thru coffee line that wound around the building I saw a mom walking alongside her little girl. The little one was probably not even 5-years-old yet and mom was acting like a buffer between the drop off of the sidewalk and her daughter. The picture grabbed me as encapsulating good parenting. Like a guardrail, she was there if her daughter needed her yet giving her the space to walk on her own and learn the boundaries. That protective nature does
