The digital numbers staring at me from my car clock remind me that school let out fifteen minutes earlier. And I’m still waiting for my son to appear through the front doors of the building. Picking him up at 2:20 everyday marks routine in our(my) lives. I like to have my moments behave in an orderly […]
five minute friday
Why Our Weakness Tells a Remarkable Story
As you glance around my home, you will see various trinkets and furniture collected through the years scattered about. If you look closely, you may catch the scars some of them bear. These imperfections tell stories. Despite my frustrations at the time of injury, the stories behind them speak of accidents in the […]
Is He Safe?
In the book, “The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe” anticipation grows as the kids imagine meeting Aslan. Susan, upon finding out that Aslan is not a man, but a lion, puts forth an obvious question, “Is he safe?” ““Safe?” said Mr. Beaver; “don’t you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about […]
Learning to Breathe in the Face of Blustery Winds
As I step outside, my face stings from the chilled, blowing air pushing its way through my body.My throat is caught off guard; attempting to take in air at a slower pace. Yet, the frigid heavy wind finds my mouth and forces its way in; making resistance difficult. A battle of the colliding forces entangles. […]
Five Minute Friday: How My Wedding Band Symbolizes My Refinement
When I glance at the gold band adorning my wedding finger, I often forget it’s “birth.” For the past 23 and one half years, it has almost become synonymous with my finger. I no longer feel the sensation of a foreign object repetitiously rubbing against the skin of my pinkie. However, should I remove my ring […]
What I Hear in the Middle of the Night
The soft, comforting sensation of my fleece sheets protect me from the sting of the chill in the air. These winter days beckon sleep at anytime. The darkness tricks my mind. The warmth found in the cocoon of my blanket entices me to escape the drama of the day. So many voices calling my attention […]
