Repost from October 8, 2008 I’ve decided that motherhood is the GED equivalent to attending seminary because I seem to have acquired priest-like privileges these days. I go around blessing peoples’ hearts left and right like it’s nobody’s business. Being Southern, blessing hearts comes with the territory. I remember witnessing my mother bestowing blessings toContinue reading “Bless Your Heart”
I did my daily tarot pull this morning and turned over the Judgment card from The Linestrider’s Tarot deck. My first thought was who’s judging me and what are they judging me about? Then, as if on cue, the Universe poked me and I thought wait a minute. I don’t need anyone else to judgeContinue reading “Messages from the Universe”
I don’t feel like myself. In fact, lately I don’t feel like anyone.
My son has special needs. He bears the weight of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) daily, but I’m not writing this for him. I’m writing this for the all of the parents and loved ones who must learn how to live with OCD as well. I’m not trying to diminish the burden he carries; believe me,Continue reading “Just Keep Moving (a repost)”
Christmas has evolved in my house. It’s not a welcome evolution, but an inevitable one. I’ve watched it’s descent over the past few years, all the while wishing it would take a different exit. But it never does. The evolution is called growing up – the kids, not me. I will forever be a Peter Pan girl, and I hope my boys retain some of that as well.
And amid all the chaos, Thanksgiving rolls on in as if we aren’t in the middle of a global pandemic. Thanksgiving. As in giving thanks for things that have been given. I’m thankful right now for what hasn’t been given to me – COVID-19. As I was cooking for my family I started thinking aboutContinue reading “Grateful versus Thankful”
What do you do when a past choice turns into a regret? You have to move on.
Something occurred to me the other day as I was watching a movie on Netflix. There was one particular scene that made me wish I could go back to my late teens, early 20’s. The girl was trying on some clothes and admiring herself in the mirror. And it was that comfort that she feltContinue reading “No Body Is Perfect”
Another year already? Now the mother of a 13-year-old and nearly 21-year- old. My second go round with a teenager. I’m a half a century plus one; and it seems like I just graduated high school last year. Funny how the mind never quite catches up with the mirror. I’ve been told that I “don’tContinue reading “Happy 2019”