You Simply Shine
It’s 3:30 in the morning, hours into tossing and turning. Comfort and sleep elude and evade. Pillows support me from all sides as I try my right side again. I’m surprised to find my left arm is perfectly supported. My…
Balance
Four months ago, I published my last blog post, and then I lost my voice. Maybe lost is the wrong word. This last Saturday morning, I wake before the sun and venture out my back door. This is my routine.…
Who Are You?
All our lives, we are told who we are. You are good. You are bad. You’re a girl. A boy. A mother. A father. A child. Sister. Brother. Boss. Employee. We believe it, and then we feel guilty, ashamed, embarrassed…
Patient Love
At a red light, my day is just beginning, but the day is still night. I’m exhausted and on auto pilot. My night was not restful. Eighteen years into this journey and a comfortable night’s sleep remains elusive. Then I…
Water
A sip, just enough to wet the tongue, barely enough to swallow. Not too cold, not too hot. Right here, right now, I experience the simple joy in a sip of water. An image, like water, absorbs into my whole…
Guarding
There are many ways we guard against the world. It is how we cope with stress and traumatic events. The Fantastic Four, of the Marvel Comics franchise, personify each of these defense mechanisms. A life-altering, traumatic event completely and permanently…
Just Getting Through It
Oh, the Christmas season is a lot of things. It’s vacation from work or school. It’s wide-eyed children under the Christmas tree. It’s the birth of Christ. It’s busy and stressful. It’s heightened emotions on the road, in the stores…
One Singular Moment
My manuscript is due. I read and reread. Edit, edit, edit. Find more action verbs. Less adverbs. Correct repeated words. Ensure consistent formatting. The thesaurus and word search are my friends. At some point I need to let go and…
Simply Love
It was a Wednesday, like any other Wednesday, except this Wednesday was my birthday. I got a rock for my birthday, a bright blue rock. This is a pretty special rock, but that’s not what this story is about. So…
I Choose Grace
I write from my heart not my head, but as I begin this blog post, defensiveness builds, pulling me into my head. I stuff my heart deep inside. Safe. I am not here to defend myself, but a recent conversation…
