when pigs fly
How do I explain the years? The day in, day out, mundane. How do I explain the scars and the new wounds? The reaching for the moon, the falling down,…
Decide. Choose.
“We’re all going to die. We don’t get much say over how or when, but we do get to decide how we’re gonna live. So, do it. Decide. Is this…
and buy a farm instead
The fields and barns gave way to houses closer to the road, the boys hushed in the back seat, the road curved through this Sunday drive on a Friday afternoon kind of…
dreaming of…
more time with the boys, days that don’t last so long, a house that smells of fresh bread and cookies and a box full of favorite recipes, a cleaning routine that…
It was me.
“Before I can live with other folks, I’ve got to live with myself.” -Harper Lee I have a pocket full of excuses and blame. My marriage failed for a million…
Tomorrow is a new day.
“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is…
dreaming of…
filling that backyard with laughter, putting a tree in the same corner year after year, putting holes into freshly painted walls, grocery shopping, snuggling up during Christmas break, hot chocolate…
dreaming of…
next year- will we be standing on (more) solid ground? a house- a place that’s ours, lived in and well-loved. framed pictures- years worth of family pictures, with dusty frames….
dreaming of
a house- with roots and a yard to spread out in, and a closet to hide our crazy in. laughter and people- beer in your glass but also sweet…