My former student, Sarah Humway, wrote this post as an essay for English Comp I class last fall. I loved it and asked if she'd allow me to share it with all of you. She agreed. Thank you, Sarah! The most influential person in my life was not only someone who could pick me up… Continue reading Mimi’s influence
Today's guest contributor is one of my English Composition I students, Ryan Clack. He's graciously given me permission to share his first essay of the fall semester with all of you. I was inspired and touched by his essay; I'm sure you will be, too. What Makes Ryan Clack, Ryan Clack? Answering the question above… Continue reading Gratitude through adversity
Each morning, I spend time reading, praying, and meditating. This morning I started reading the book of Joshua in the Bible. I came across a line in verse five that resonated with me. "I will not fail you or forsake you." I underlined that portion of the verse and meditated on it briefly before gathering… Continue reading No room for failure
I remember attending my first Twelve Step recovery meeting ever. It was an open meeting, and I attended with a friend. I listened. I learned a lot and felt that even though what people were sharing didn't totally apply to me, there was something warm and familiar about it all the same. I couldn't put… Continue reading Dissonance
My daughter earned her first $1 bill today. Is that legal? Surely not. Well, it happened, nonetheless. We enjoyed lunch after church at a local diner. Our waitress, a young, cheerful woman who told me she had a five year-old son, went out of her way to express kindness to my daughter, and I was thankful.… Continue reading Maggie’s first job
Last night, my friend Janet and I shared our dreams with one another. I'm not talking about lofty dreams about life goals. No. I'm talking about couches. Yes. Couches. #MomGoals "I just want a deep, rich blue couch. I love blue. Royal blue, you know, and textures. Lots of textures." I think Janet might have… Continue reading Sitting comfortably: Gratitude & couches
There are times when I beat myself up as a mom. Then there are little moments of reward. Moments when my daughter lauds my motherhood skills, my spirit soars, and I believe I've finally got this. That's just before my paper airplane wings bend, and I crash into the coffee-stained carpet in her bedroom floor.… Continue reading Back to reality
