My little baby boy, Rhys is stuck in a rut. You know the one. My poor boy has fallen into the death trap that is allowing oneself to be defined by a mistake. The little punkin made his mistake more than a month ago. Apparently Rhysie roughly sat on his beloved “Becca-Becca” a super cute 1.5 yr. old at his daycare. He got a time-out, a talking to and a long debrief about when it’s good to sit on other... Read more
I’m guest posting today on the lovely Sara Askin’s blog who is hosting 31 days of poetry. I’m not much of a poet myself. The truth is I don’t often “get” poetry. I’m just not that deep, y’all. But every once awhile a subject matter will come along that’s just too complex to explain through story telling and only a poem will do. A couple years ago I took a creative writing class in which I had to write a sestina.... Read more
Isn’t amazing -and profoundly sad- that it usually takes over very brave person stepping into certain death or torture for the rest of us to get our heads out of our navel’s long enough to see that some things are worth living and dying for? Look at Rosa Parks. She knew without a shadow of a doubt what angry, racist white men were capable of in 1955 America, yet she went ahead and got on the front of that bus... Read more
When we bought our first home in 2003 everyone said it was “a great starter home.” And it was! Was. It had all new shiny-everything, a finished basement, a beautiful sun porch, a very big backyard. The garden had been kept so meticulously, we knew that the day we moved in would be the last time it ever looked so good. When we moved in there were two of us with not much stuff. It was a teeny-tiny bit above... Read more
For the past few days, I have been deeply, deeply disturbed by the media coverage surrounding the murder of two Manhattan children by their trusted Nanny. I have been unable to stop thinking about the suffering of the kiddo’s Mom, Marina Krim. She’s been heavy, heavy on my heart and I have whispered “Lord, hold her, ” “God, keep her,” “Father, give her peace somehow” many times in the last few days. When Marina came home from a swimming class with... Read more
Man, I was pretty geeked to be given an early copy of Does This Church Make Me Look Fat: A Mennonite Finds Faith, Meets Mr. Right & Solves Her Lady Problems. Here’s why: I loved Rhoda Janzen’s previous book: Mennonite In a Little Black Dress. I listened to it first via Audible & because I laughed out loud several times I then bought a hard copy of the book as well. Even with all those high expectations, Rhoda has won... Read more
What it is like to identify as one race in one ethnic background and give birth to another? That’s what I’m attempting to tackle in a healthy way from now until, let’s see….the end of my life. In the meantime, I’m sharing over on Deidra Riggs’ Jumping Tandem blog. Deidre has been doing a fascinating 31 day journey called “In My Brown Skin,” where she’s shared what it’s like to be in her brown skin. If you have the time to... Read more
netizen |ˈnetəzən| noun a user of the Internet, esp. a habitual or avid one. ~ I loved this touching story of a Mama living through her baby being born 10 weeks early. But, it’s more about creating your own light until you get to the end of the tunnel. ~ Have unmet expectations? Great post from Jon Acuff: The soft x. ~ Hilarious photo-shopped images of a distracted Dad & his adorable daughter. So funny. Love it. ~ I just... Read more
I’m really excited today to be guest posting today for the blog Just Be Enough: Celebrating Me. Celebrating You. Elena’s blog is about knowing and believing that you are strong & that you are ENOUGH just the way you are. Doesn’t that sound fab? Seriously, check it out. Since I’ve been losing weight this year and trying to wear my hair only in it’s natural curly state I have had my outward appearance on the brain a lot. A lot. Weight... Read more
This is a bit of a part 2 to my last post about my day in court…or maybe it’s a part 12 who knows? It’s more of my story, and I’m still trying to figure out how it all fits together. ~ I went to that prison hoping for something, longing for something that was about as possible as setting up a vacation cabin on Mars. We always do that don’t we? Miserable humans we are, trying hard to make... Read more
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