post-traumatic growth…one day at a time
I’ve never really been the marching type. In high school I let my boyfriend drag me to an anti-war protest, but it felt more like nostalgia for a time when most of us at the rally weren’t even born yet. I’m unapologetically loud and open about my opinion among my friends, but that doesn’t really … Read more
My daughter just turned seven, and loves to play pretend. She also loves to build things out of stuff she finds in the recycling bin – her room and our kitchen table is regularly covered in tin cans, empty cereal boxes, and toilet paper rolls, and I haven’t seen the scotch tape in months. I … Read more
I disappeared for a bit there. Nothing dramatic, don’t worry. I guess I just…I have periods when the thoughts in my head are so loud and feel so important that I’m likely to spill them all to an unsuspecting produce clerk at the grocery store. Blogging helps to save those poor produce clerks – I … Read more
Okay. I don’t have a huge amount to say this morning (a rarity, I know), but I do want to pass on a little something I’ve been chewing on. It’s a quote by Michael Bernard Beckwith, and it goes like this: “If this experience were to last forever, what quality would have to emerge for … Read more
My emotions have been all over the map this week. One minute I’m angry, the next I’m determined, then I’m heartbroken. I have times when I feel willing to listen to the other side, but then I stupidly read the comments and become angry and scared all over again. I have a feeling a whole … Read more