Glory Days

I posted the previous blog entry on my Facebook status this morning. I have time to write as I’m quarantined for a few days of rest. I would like to post excerpts of my previous social media status messages leading up to today. They were cathartic and as helpful to others as they were to […]

New Blog for Poetry

I am slowly revising this blog to be easier to follow and find related content. I’ve been dumping everything into one bucket for years. Now is a perfect time to clean the closet. Please follow the new site and let me know what you think. THE POET WHO DIDN’T KNOW IT Thank you for helping […]

What in the world?

“If we had a God we could fully understand, we would have a very tiny god.” A quote from Megan Fate Marshman (I hope I wrote this down exactly). We attended a women’s conference at the beginning of March. Megan’s intro and closing messages were nourishing to my very thirsty soul. The statement is profound, […]

What if…

…the purpose of my prose is merely to give voice to those who feel silenced? …profit never comes but those who read a composition are enriched because they no longer feel alone? …this season is merely a cathartic exercise to trim the excess weight from my soul? …a legacy is unknown by my name but […]

A gift that keeps on giving

It’s Christmas Eve morning. Our home is quiet so I’m able to wake slowly. As I gain consciousness, my mind starts to recall all that we’d like to do today. Thankfully, it’s a short list of wishes that we’ll get to if we can. Truly, nothing will make Christmas more meaningful than what it is. […]

In the Midst

Perfection. Ugh! I thought it was my goal for most of my life. Aren’t we raised to always do our best? In hindsight, I realize it was my enemy. I realize the anxiety it caused and the joy it stole. Controlling EVERYTHING was my method of achieving peace. It was so wrong. I wasn’t peaceful. […]

Sunday

Another entry from my observation journal. I always get hungry for Chick Fil-A on Sundays. I drive by them other days of the week but they aren’t as inviting as when they are closed. I chuckle to myself because this has happened more times than I can count. Perhaps it is the empty parking lot […]

Windows to the Soul

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 […]

She’s Back

A short paragraph from my observation journal for Creative Writing. last year when I started continuing ed classes. Feeling the same as I start again this semester. New direction; new anxieties. The first Creative Writing class– I am anxious, excited, and encouraged. The students are diverse, which I appreciate very much. Many years ago, coming […]

And away we go!

Sunday November 27.2011 | So, this is how it feels to have a blog? It’s a tad intimidating and a smidge paralyzing to my thought process. I wonder if people who write journals fear that it might fall into the wrong hands? Will someone read the journal take the words out of context? Oh my […]