Now most of the time, cookies and I have a healthy relationship. We banter. We chat. I tell them how yummy and wonderful they are, and they smile and say thank you.
End of story.
But, last night was one of those nights, things got a little out of control. Continue reading
I am pretty sure that I am part reptilian. I’m totally serious. I am.
A turtle to be exact. Yep… totally turtle.
Okay, maybe not fully turtle, but I do have one very specific trait that makes me think I might have some turtle in my blood.
When I’m struggling… when I dread moving through a situation- a holiday- I turtle. Continue reading
I was scrambling this week. There was just too much kids and too little me.
Mom, I pleaded on the phone, I’m not going to make it to pick up Alex from dance. Can you grab her? I’m stuck in Pasadena picking up Brooke.
She saved the day, grabbing my youngest and bringing her home. We had arrived home at about the same time. I gave my youngest a quick squeeze and then turned to give my mama a “you totally saved me today” gi-normous hug.
“Oh honey, I love your hair, ” my mom gushed. Continue reading
I have the privilege of sitting with a group of women. We meet every week. We talk about a simple story or truth from the bible, but mostly we support one another.
We cry. We give others space to cry.
We laugh. We give others the freedom to laugh.
We leave room to hear and be heard.
But, this week was special…. Continue reading
In case you think this is going to be one of those posts about my amazing kid that cheered me on and texted all his friends to say how proud he was of me… it’s not.
In case you think that I am about to paint a picture of a kid that, bless his heart, was so tender and “Jesus-like” that it made the rest of us want to vomit… you’re in luck.
This is not that post. Continue reading
Dear sisters, I have a favor to ask.
I am asking that you share the next post I write, for no other reason that the only way change occurs is for us to stand up and say, An injustice has occurred. This is wrong.
This is wrong… Continue reading
“Mom, what’s wrong with the bunny”….
One of my favorite stories from my crazy childhood. By the time my youngest sister joined our family life was already in full swing. As if five children was not enough madness my parents bought us bunnies one Easter, which us three older girls were delighted to baby.
So when my very active- like bounce off the walls active- brother “accidentally” killed my sister’s bunny while she was at school…. Continue reading
We just finished our second day of the workshop and it still seems surreal that we are here, like in India, teaching what we have been intensely pouring over the last few years.
And the crazy part is that the girls attending are all over it. They are eating it up, like loving it all!
I think this was our biggest fear, that what we have found so incredibly helpful in America would not translate over to the work these women are doing in India. Plus, we had all the normal fears; Would the terms not make sense to them? Would the information be way too much and they would have difficulty grasping the concepts, or even worse, would they are already know this material and therefore it would be a waste of their time. Continue reading
I love letters. I love to write to others. I love to write to myself. I know, sound odd, but I do. I seem to hear more clearly when I read letters.
So here is my first.
A Letter to one who is grieving separation or divorce
Dear friend, Continue reading