I’d be remiss not to acknowledge that it’s been over 3 years since I have stored my words, my thoughts, my feelings on this little block of the internet so anyone can take a peek. There is a myriad of reasons why..some I may start to peel back and work through here over the comingContinue reading “Another Thousand Days…Coming Back”
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My Other Half
To Shawn- I wore my grandmother’s pearls that day. They were always in a green velvet box in my mom’s closet and growing up, I had only seen her wear them on special occasions. I remember her packing them when she and dad went to Chicago for a business trip he was taking. She saidContinue reading “My Other Half”
Cicadas..and turning 18
There are moments in all of our lives that are unforgettable. Some are steeped in pain and loss, some are overcome with joy and celebration. There are times and places and people and smells and specifics that we sometimes just can’t forget. Some of these moments are what we expect to be life changing….birth, death,Continue reading “Cicadas..and turning 18”
Sunshine Mixed With a Little Hurricane
Your eyes are heavy as you lay on the couch trying to stay awake to watch TV, wrapped in a new blanket from your dad. Your extremely long legs are outstretched on the coffee table in front of you, and we just finished watching you open presents for your sixteenth birthday…..I have to almost sayContinue reading “Sunshine Mixed With a Little Hurricane”
Hazel- “Whom God Sees”
This past Sunday, November 4th, I awoke to a message that Shawn’s grandmother, Hazel Baker had passed away. I knew I wanted to try and honor this amazing woman with written words, but I wasn’t sure exactly where to start. I have 20 years of stories, and memories of my time knowing her, and aContinue reading “Hazel- “Whom God Sees””
It’s Not October 19th…
On September 11th, this picture showed up on my Timehop, and I posted it on Instagram and Facebook and said a blog post was coming that night. That was 36 days ago. It’s October 17th and I’m just now able to start to put the words together to try and say what I’ve thought aboutContinue reading “It’s Not October 19th…”
To My Sons, On Their 17th Birthday
Dear Brooks and Connor- It’s 8:00pm the night before your birthday and I’m waiting for you to come home from football practice. To drive here, on your own, because you don’t need a ride anymore, and all day I’ve been flooded with memories of what this night and the next day felt like 17 yearsContinue reading “To My Sons, On Their 17th Birthday”
In July
July is for long days and hot nights and counting the weeks until school starts and realizing you’re more than halfway there. It means the house is full of girlfriends, and friends, and laughter, and lots of dirty dishes and halfway finished chores and barely making curfew. July means two weeks of no obligations, noContinue reading “In July”
On being 39- a shift toward gratitude
Like so many nights before, I fell asleep earlier than I planned last night, which meant that I didn’t set my alarm, which meant that I felt like I slept with one eye open all night because I was afraid of not getting on my 8:00 am conference call, of not getting up and gettingContinue reading “On being 39- a shift toward gratitude”
A thousand days..until what?
A thousand days sounds like a lifetime when you’re newly 15 like my daughter, Perry, or when you’re less than a month from turning 17 like my boys, Brooks and Connor. When you get to sleep until noon and 20 hours of work feels exhausting and the fact that your unreasonable parents actually give youContinue reading “A thousand days..until what?”
Our Thousand Days 