self promo

Many, many years ago, right after my son was born, I read the perennial classic, What Color is Your Parachute?  I remember narrowing down a list of things I felt I was good at and was interested in doing.  I ended up on this verb:  WRITING.  I realized that through my years as a student, … More self promo

who I am

Besides growing old alone, heights, the world running out of chocolate, and Attack of the Killer Tomatoes actually happening, I really believe my biggest fear is not being known.  In other words, being misunderstood, or if I may, {the perception of what others want me to be, but I’m really not}. Please don’t think I’m talking about the concern … More who I am

break my ♥

I recently had the privilege of hearing Hillsong United live.  They sang a song that contains this line: Break my heart for what breaks yours. . .  A few weeks back I completed reading Let the Great World Spin.  I won’t give a detailed book report, but one of the main story lines was about an … More break my ♥

{fatherhood}

There’s a group of men that meet at my workplace twice a month.  Their purpose:  a fatherhood committee.  They discuss the importance of fatherhood and what they can do to improve it in our community.  Apparently, there are a bunch of men out there who aren’t good fathers [you probably knew that].  One of our … More {fatherhood}

Sisters

My sister and I go way back.  I, believe it or not, vaguely remember bringing her home from the hospital in 1972.  [Obviously I’m older.]  She is my only sibling, and one of the few people on the planet who I can joke with about the 3 boys that used to live next door to … More Sisters

21

June 9 is my wedding anniversary.  This year marks 21 years. I became a wife at 21 years of age; I was 2 months from being 22.  So sometime in this year of marriage, I’ll pass into the time of life when I’ll have been married longer than I have not.  That’s an interesting concept.  I … More 21

happy {13}

Before this week is out, my daughter will turn 13.  She’ll go to bed on Friday night as a “tween” and awaken on Saturday a teenager.   Am I ready for this???  Am I prepared?  Can anyone possibly be prepared?  I recently posted this on Twitter: “Parenting isn’t really parenting until your daughter is 12. Now … More happy {13}