Tag: addiction

I’d rather be wrong

Recently, one of my friends¬†reached out to me to inform me that she’d been viciously attacked by her boyfriend (now ex). She described the bruises, and she admitted she felt scared for her life. “You were right about him.” In the pit of my…

Being a mom: it’s hard, y’all

Today’s post is the first in what I hope to be a series of post by friends and guest contibutors on the topic of Mother’s Day and all things related. Big thanks to my guest writer today, blogger and former Arkansan Kambri Davidson, who…

The golden ticket essay

*One of my students, Jared Tickner, in Comp II this semester gave me permission to share this essay with all of you. This is his first essay for the semester; I read it after reading a stack of other essays that were good essays…

Day 25: Dear Need

Day 25 in the Dear Gratitude project is submitted by yours truly :). Dear Need, I first remember meeting you, Need, when my father fell from his heroic platform in my mind. Grappling with drug addiction, he stood in our living room in Augusta,…

Never say never

I’ve said NEVER about plenty of things. And eaten my words plenty of times, too. “I will NEVER get divorced.” Done. Twice. “I am NEVER going to be one of those people who moves back to the middle of nowhere as an adult!” Done….

Day 28–The best he could

I’m very thankful to the guest writers who participated in the “28 days of love” project this month. It’s been inspiring to read about the various ways love and gratitude coincide in so many very different people’s lives. I had guest writers lined up…

Hope fills holes

Yesterday, a friend and I baked our little hearts out in preparation for my husband’s birthday celebration. While we cored apples and blended spices, we talked about what’s going on in our lives . . .¬† pregnancy woes, impending birth of my daughter, financial…

Best Father’s Day yet

Today, I saw a picture on Facebook (re-posted by a friend) in honor of Father’s Day. The caption read something along the lines of, “Thanks for always being there for me, Dad.” The picture was of a baby, held up to a window, and…

Trading the attitude for gratitude

Thanks to Linda Unger for sharing her gratitude in today’s post as a guest contributor through her writing and photography gifts. I come from a family where sarcasm rules. I zing you, you zing me. Whoever zings the fastest and the loudest is the…

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