From what I am seeing on the news and social media, this quarantine is affecting everyone quite differently. I am able to work from home, so you would think my introverted self would be thrilled! That is true, I love to be at home, yet I also live with 4 other...
We are living in unique times. One day, I can be full of hope and gratitude only to wake up the next day with a hopeless and weary feeling. Life is full of surprises, but there is a constant in the midst of the unknown or craziness. This week is known as Holy Week,...
Is it a sign of compassion when we get upset seeing someone being mistreated? Or that constant roller coaster of emotions as we watch the news? Maybe compassion is that sinking feeling deep down in the pit of our stomach when we scroll through our newsfeed and see...
Recently, as I was packing to go on a trip with our family, I was reminded of a time when I was also packing and learned a significant lesson. My nightstand could pass for a shelf at Barnes and Noble. At any given time I have 5-10 books stacked up that I have started...
I promised my daughter that I would take her shopping for a bathing suit after school. That same day, a last-minute meeting came up at work for me. My husband was available so I arranged for him to take her. Problem solved. At least, I thought it was. Bathing suit was...
If I could, I would love to sit down with you, a cup of coffee in our hands, a fuzzy blanket on our laps, and have an honest conversation about life. I’ll bet we would have amazing stories to share. Some of triumph and joy, others of challenge and defeat. We would...
While working in a jewelry store at the mall, seeing my surroundings and people clearly was very important. I constantly gave customers directions to other stores in the mall and acknowledged them by name and if I didn’t recognize a customer that I had previously...
"I'm starving, we are NEVER going to eat dinner!" Say's our eight-year-old in a very frustrated and forceful tone. It was 6:00 pm. "Buddy, have I ever NOT given you dinner?" I replied. I thought it was funny that something as consistent as dinner would be the...
Standing in his doorway, I see the feet that I used to hold in my hand dangling off the end of his bed. Those soft cheeks that used to snuggle in the crook of my neck now have remnants of a five o’clock shadow. I remember him riding his red tricycle down the driveway,...