Doing the Hard Things

I’ve run a couple marathons.  Done some triathlons. Sat silently next to friends whose spouses passed away way too early.  I’ve been up all night night-after-night with sick kids, put beloved animals to sleep, stayed behind to sell houses when my husband’s job transferred him to other states, and sat in hospital waiting rooms while biding time for…

When Hope is Hidden

  We’ve all been there.  You might still be there.  Today.  This minute. I am. You’re hoping for something, but you can’t even begin to comprehend how it will ever come to fruition. You want to have hope.  You need to have hope. Hope itself is something that almost needs to be inherent if you’re in the lowest point…

Monday Mondays 1.23.17

My gosh. Not a democracy, but a republic (that’s a pet peeve of mine) can be a very very messy thing, even if the passing of power is peaceful. Regardless of who you voted for, my wish is that we would start focusing more on what we agree on instead of what we don’t! We…

monday mondays 1.9.17

Happy New Year!!! Well, with a new year, I aim once again to blog more.  I probably could’ve  posted a whole bunch of these Monday posts if only I’d actually taken the time to post them; I have tons of links I’ve sent to myself but I’m wary of only doing these link posts. I…

How to Deal with Endings

A few years ago, a family that we spent a lot of time with through homeschooling had to move out of state.  They were pretty well entrenched in the community, their church, and the list of people that were sad to see them go was long.  But no one was as sad to see them…

monday mondays 10.10.16

Lately, I’ve been letting my creative juices flow in other areas besides my blog. I’ve made a few small decorating changes to my home, although, they weren’t quick by any measure, worked on a painting of my dogs, done a little sewing here and there, and spent some long overdue time organizing our Europe pictures…

Monday Mondays 9.19.16

That’s my buddy in the picture above.  Since my dog Ginger died about a year and a half ago, this one – although technically my daughter’s dog, but we all know how that is! – sticks to me like glue.  When Ginger was alive, I was most definitely her alpha dog, and by virtue of…