Just a few thoughts before we land into Cleveland in about 40 minutes. I’m sandwiched in between a stranger and Shaun. I am not a fan of middle seats. Or airports. Or airplanes, if I am in them. And especially not TSA. Every time I fly, I must talk to myself about giving grace to the poor TSA employees who probably take enough flack on their job to kill a …. I dunno, worm or something. They work hard, you... Read more
Why did God allow my child to die? Why did I get in a car wreck? Why don't we make enough money to pay the bills? Read more
Three blog posts have been written in the past week by yours truly. All of them skirted around the heavy issues on my heart, because frankly, I’ve not wanted to discuss what’s on or in my heart. Truth is, I don’t want to go to Cleveland. There are as many reason for my hesitancy as there are grains of sand (drama, drama, drama). But the biggest reason is that if my doctor’s here are correct in saying I will... Read more
I laugh. Not because it's funny you left us, but because laughter is indeed good medicine. Read more
As I write, Shaun is upstairs purchasing airline tickets for our trip to Cleveland. I don’t believe in online announcements of exact departure dates, because … robbers and murderers. But at any rate, do stay tuned. I’ll be posting updates as my appointments take place and we find out more about what the doctor thinks, when/if I have heart surgery, etc. But for now, I thought it might be helpful to those who have messaged me to say they are... Read more
I'm learning there are a lot of questions that come up when your Dad dies. Read more
This blog is long – a whopping 2600 words – and the title is pretty self-explanatory, so I’ll just get right to the point. If you don’t want to go through the background that leads to an explanation about the Cleveland trip, skip to the bold type that says “February, 2017.” First, a little background: June, 1989: I was due to be married in August, and was currently taking three heart medications to control severe tachycardia. Went to refill those... Read more
Want to hear about my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week? I mean weeks? No? Can’t say I blame you. And I can’t say I want to talk about it, either. But let’s do talk about a few dreadful sayings that have a tendency to surface when we are going through difficult times: God doesn’t give you more than you can handle. First problem with this saying is that it’s a lie from the pit of hell meant... Read more
I overheard some women saying how they were rather irritated with the Proverbs 31 woman. She was so perfect. Read more
We interrupt this blog to bring you a few new friends at Orchard House. And to give me a break from painful thinking. First new friend is Scrumpy: Scrumpy has been a mere acquaintance of Orchard House residents, but now I consider her a personal friend. I (for lack of a better word) won her friendship through food, as I don’t have any special horse whispering skills. I’ve never understood animal whispering skills. Seems to me if you have some... Read more
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