Dream-Christena-Brown butchered my hair. Apparently, Friday appointments after 2:00 p.m. at her salon were required to consist of significant changes or cancellations were imminent. She first dyed the tips of my hair blonde and then took off nine inches. My original expectation was a tiny trim. Sometimes what we expect to be small turns out … Continue reading Step Towards the Pain
Jeremiah lost his first tooth today. It was a moment full of excitement that proudly displayed his new smile, cheers from his family, and a flicker of fear as he realized something was different. We took the photos, tucked the tooth under his pillow, and then went outside to play in the snow. Hours later, … Continue reading Set In Motion
2 = 4 6 = 12 4 = 8 Bear with me… 3 = 6 3 = 5 12 = 24 8 = 16 15 = 20 At what point, do we just say, “12 rolls. There are 12 rolls of paper towels in this package.”? Hours of cleaning = dirty house Hundreds of dollars … Continue reading Paper Towel “Roles”
Nah. I don’t want to walk this road. Let’s not turn back to relive it. It has been years, I made it through; And now self-labeled hypocrite. They keep calling. Asking. Seeking hope. Don’t make me be the guide. But, look, you walked it, you’ve seen the show. They want to know the pain will … Continue reading A Restoration Story
Tonight I found myself wandering barefoot from chair to chair in my church taking photos of worship during a rehearsal. While zooming in on Miss Jan’s hands on the keyboard, I noticed I was standing on wet carpet. I immediately assumed there was a leak before quickly remembering that this was where my girls, and … Continue reading Faith and Nothing Else
One of the lamest ways to tweak your knee, hip, and back is by stepping out of your sexy mini-van onto the rolling, water bottle that annoyed you for the past 17 minutes while trying to save your children from being run over in a parking lot. Fifteen minutes before, I had said how annoying … Continue reading Rolling Water Bottles & Redirection
Writing is freeing. It is also quite weighty. It is simple and it is complex. Lighthearted writing happens often, but there are moments I am like (one half of) a couple of starry-eyed lovers running off into the sunset and away from my thoughts. When a phrase of a scripture hit and stuck with me … Continue reading The Quiet Eye
My preference is red mulch. I say this as if I know something about gardening. I don’t, but I think red mulch is prettier than black mulch and because my outdoor flowers are often dead, my mulch color matters to me. If you know nothing about gardening, Webster says mulch is “a material (such as … Continue reading Linger in His Presence
The warmth of my covers engulfs me as I hear the first chirps of morning. The gentle sun peaks in through my window as I roll over and snuggle up to Kyle, tucking my toes under his warm legs. The sounding alarm starts gently and grows into a roar. Hopping up and gliding down the … Continue reading Romanticize It All
When I was 14, I met a boy on a cruise. His name was Dustin. Two ravishing days were spent galavanting around the Lido deck. A dusty photo album of the entire trip probably holds a single image of this guy, but that was the extent of that saga. Although said guy did not meet … Continue reading Last Night’s Supper
