the story ended…
There’s a house a few miles down the road. A year ago, I put all my hopes and all my dreams and every damn burden I could carry into that…
end of days
Yesterday was good. I hesitate to even say that out loud, because I don’t ever really get to the end of the day and declare the day a good one…
pack it all in…
I’ve let the clothes pile up on my bed. The washer broke three weeks ago. A valve busted one morning in the cold; the boys and I came home from…
like an old worn hoodie…
Happiness seems out of reach most days.But some days, the sadness falls behind and hides itself there in the corner in a box and I laugh without thinking;…
crammed, wedged, and tucked full of joy!
I bought a handful of star ornaments that first Christmas in Germany; the year was 2007. I’d wandered down the hill on the icy cobblestone with Austin and we trekked…
until the plane levels out…
My eyes are closed and my head rests back on the seat- holding on until the plane levels out. I hold my breath. My arms reach across either side…
what it is can be ok…
Good Morning! Cade’s five year well check is today and I took the morning off work to take him. He’s scared of shots and I’m don’t like…
when your heart needs to pray…
I scrub best when there’s something to pray…. My boys played with the wooden trains and argued over whose train was longer, faster, better… I stood at the sink and washed the week-old dirty…
Divorce isn’t an option…
…until it is. Because I promise you, divorce was never on my bucket list and yet, somehow, there it is.Scribbled in thick black, a tiny line scratched across the middle…