She stared at the fire

Big, floppy tears ran down her cheeks

She was nothing

She didn’t belong in this world

All she knew was




She felt



She wanted to die

The fire lit up her face, lapping it, warming every part of it

It warmed her spirit

It healed her soul

She knew everything was alright

She knew she wasn’t nothing

She knew she belonged in this world

She knew she was wanted

And loved


Please Forgive Me

I have been negligent in my writing, and I am truly sorry that I let this portion of my life go unattended for so long.  It is not that I did not have things to say, but the time it takes to capture, package and send them to you is swallowed by the endless cycle of cooking, washing, teaching, and admittedly the OCD mind-numbing stuff I do to try to stay balanced, but also have the tendency to suck up time I feel I should put to more productive use.

Also, there have been a lot of changes in my life.

Last year sucked.  Continue reading

Love Heals

I feel as though I should have more to say, my thoughts and feelings are moving and changing so fast that I am having a hard time keeping up. The problem is, as much as I would like to say, I really don’t have time to say it. The flood turned our life upside down and I am still sifting through the chaos, trying to piece it back together even though the big one- Asbestos removal, has not even taken place. Not that I am ready for that. I have to pack up what is left of my library and sewing notions from the bookshelves in the living room. I just finished putting it all away in December. The promise of new paint and flooring is the only thing that is driving me. Continue reading

Life Frozen in Time

I’m sitting at the new kitchen table my God blessed Sister of sorts drove 600 miles through seventeen inches of snow and ice over highways closed to lesser angels in order to deliver her gift to the girls and me. She only just got home last night. How can I ever express my appreciation for this woman who sees a need, then does what it takes to fill it? While sitting for a chit-chat before she headed back home, she mentioned she liked the arm warmers my mom crocheted the girls for Christmas. When I told this to my mother, she was digging in her yarn stash before I brought up a color preference, (purple) then whipped up two pair so one pair could be sent on to her daughter as well. How can I ever express my appreciation for this woman who sees a need, then does what it takes to fill it? Continue reading