Tag Archives: braveheart

beginnings

so this week we took our youngest daughter to college.                                                             we stuffed all of her belongings into our SUV,  decorated the dorm room, paid the tuition, took a selfie and off we went.  it stung like hell as i fought … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

the question

a Dear John letter to shame… you make me sick, literally.  you are a thief.  you taint and twist.  you poison the well from which we drink. you keep our worth a constant topic of discussion…always up for grabs. so … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

crying

“go to your room…and come out when you’re happy.”  those words still sting.  but it was all my mother knew to do with me. at some point during those early years of my childhood, the message clicked…i was too much.  … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 6 Comments

careful

whether it’s with friends, or parents, or children, or husbands, or wives, or sisters, or brothers….love is not a careful endeavor. truthfully, its seems more like an outlandish notion.                       … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

weak

it’s been one of those months. the kind when everything breaks.  and my body gives way to sickness.                                 my feeble humanity feels exposed and trapped by a broken-down body and world. i so wish i had a stronger immunity of … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment