An entry from my observation journal. My daughter turned 21 years old a few weeks ago. Today we are in Africa and her striking blue eyes capture the attention of many. People say she looks like me but those who are better judges of similarity know she resembles her dad all the more. I watch […]Read more "Windows to the Soul"
It’s not a melody that soothes my soul.A chorus of four words.Repeating. Skip.Repeat. Skip.Repeat. The volume gets louder.The four words echo. Skip.Repeat. The acoustics are horrible.No softness to absorb the sound That came from the speaker.The sound reverberates on calloused walls.Hardened.Unforgiving. Skip.Repeat. Skip.Repeat. The door did not slam.The needle did not scrape across the vinyl.The […]Read more "33 1/3"
It’s been a while since I’ve written but I haven’t stopped thinking. I write all the time– in my mind. This week I have had increasingly more thoughts about my mom– not just because Mother’s Day is approaching. The week has been marked with several events that have prompted a convergence of thoughts. In my mind, the […]Read more "What Was She Thinking?"
Tonight my daughters sat on the bedroom floor having a heart to heart. They came together on their own accord so it was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. This image is an answer to a prayer I stopped praying years ago. Through this one unexpected addition to our family, our house […]Read more "Returning to a family"
Many kids in America returned to school yesterday after Christmas break. I was thinking of them on my way home from school and felt prompted to write a post to petition for prayers. During break many kids have been subjected to abuse or exposure to an environment of triggers without the sanctuary of their school. The stress […]Read more "Repair the Breach"
January 5, 1925 It would have been my father’s 90th birthday. He passed away in 1977 after a year-long battle with cancer. I was nine years old when he died. I’m not writing to commemorate his legacy today; I’ve done this before. Other random blog posts have revealed I haven’t many memories of my father. […]Read more "Death, where is your sting?"
My daughter and I were very close. We had a healthy balance of closeness while maintaining parental reverence. We didn’t need a book of rules while she was growing up. There was constant communication and consistent boundaries. I didn’t realize how important that was until she started dating a couple years ago. Granted, raising boys […]Read more "It Takes a Village"