In this season of writing little and living lots, I realize that I've changed. Perhaps more than I even fully appreciate yet. But haven't we all? When I first began blogging, I was fresh out of college at the mature age of 20 and immersed in my first teaching job. I. HAD. NO. CLUE. WHAT.... Continue Reading →
On Mornings When Coffee Doesn’t Cut It {Not Even the Second Cup}
Some mornings I write because there is a burning passion in my soul to explain a perspective, share a heartbreak, rejoice in a moment. Then, there are other times I write, because my everything about my being - spirit, soul and body - is tired and needs to find its wings again. This morning would... Continue Reading →
But have not love
Breakfast in bed. Cereal with blueberries. Scrambled egg. Espresso. Facebook perusing. Bible open. Husband at flag football. Good Morning, World! This is how I like to greet a Saturday (except perhaps for the part about my husband being gone at football). I have grandiose plans for the day...exercise, cooking, grading, curriculum work, celebrating with friends... Continue Reading →
Just before my shower
I'm standing by the sink, surveying the dirty and drying dishes, while attempting to follow-up my breakfast with a cup of coffee. Ever since being sick for nearly five weeks, many of my commonly enjoyed foods/beverages sound anything BUT appealing - coffee is on that list. However, I know that I like coffee. Matter of... Continue Reading →
Wild Eggs . . .at 7 a.m.
Good Morning, One and All! Oh, have you already been up for a while? Me too, actually. My alarm went off at 5:45 a.m., compelling me out of bed and into the mini-van with other sleepy family members to meet my father-in-law for breakfast at 7 a.m. after he finished his night shift at UPS. (NOT... Continue Reading →
Arms wrapped tight
I just woke up from a Sunday afternoon nap. I NEVER take naps. There's always too much to do, too many productive things to accomplish, too few waking moments to begin with. Today, however, my body took control and drifted off into exhausted slumber. It's been an incredible weekend spent forgetting my responsibilities and reveling... Continue Reading →
Between Denver and Dakar, Day 1
Dear David, This morning I clung fiercely to your neck, wrapped tightly in your embrace, while high schoolers snickered nearby and teary-eyed parents snapped photos. You smelled of Old Spice body wash and fresh winter air. I buried my nose in you, memorizing even these smallest details. Saying "Goodbye" never gets easier. Stacks of black-and-white passport copies... Continue Reading →
Bottled happiness
"When did I stop thinking life was dessert?" ~Ann Voskamp in One Thousand Gifts I allow my heart to meditate on that question, rolling it around like an unpolished stone. "When did I stop thinking life was dessert?" The question clatters, as rough corners collide with smooth surface. My eyes and stomach took me... Continue Reading →
Sleepy soliloquy
Salmon haze meanders up the horizon, blurring the lines between night and day. Radio talk show fills the background with bits of banter. Heat slowly seeps up my body as the car’s floor vents breathe warmth into the small space. Broiled bagel fills the air with buttery fragrance, nearly overpowering to a stomach not sure... Continue Reading →
Gift #3. Friday nights.
Leftovers. Extra-large sweatshirt. TV tray. Cross-legged on couch. Movie. That's my definition of a Friday night - at least this Friday night. Catching myself yawning during first period pledges and prayer this morning, I sought relief in the depths of two white styrofoam cups full of teacher sludge coffee. By fifth period, I was talking so... Continue Reading →