a mixed bag

Have you ever experienced the kind of joy that is born from someone else’s pain? It’s the kind where two parties give and get and both hearts burst but in opposite directions. Foster care and adoption are full of that kind of mixed-bag joy. It is always holding your happy and someone’s sad at the … Continue reading

geeking out

I broke my number one marriage rule and told my husband (after almost 20 years of sticking to my guns) that he could put a TV in the bedroom.  It’s a big deal for me – and for him. He has always wanted one. I have always hated the idea (better things to do in … Continue reading

a new low

This week has been a daily exercise in frustration. Every day has been so frustrating that the word “frustrating” isn’t quite big enough for the experience. Every simple errand ballooned into 45 splinter errands.  Projects that should have been straight-forward were thwarted by user error and stupidness. Things that were done had to be redone … Continue reading

practicing the love

Some things happened last week that are making me work to love my husband better. First, I told a (fairly empty) room full of people that loving someone doesn’t require biology – that, in fact, you love who you serve. I may have even used the word, “hogwash.” (Proud of that. What a great word!) I … Continue reading

absence makes the heart…

My husband just returned from a business trip. You know that I straight-up, flat-out LOVE him right? So I am flummoxed about why I would like him to get back on an airplane right now and give me another week or so without him. There are a few possibilities: California King all to myself people. … Continue reading

my facebook guilty pleasure

I took an Organizational Behavior class where I’m certain we took no fewer than 18 personality tests and then discussed in class how those personality traits would play out in an office setting.  I loved it: the introspection, the analysis, the practical what-to-do’s of it all. Perhaps that is why I am so drawn to … Continue reading

to my kids who aren’t my kids

I’m joining Rachel’s linky party today by writing a Mother’s Day letter to my kids – well, to two of them anyway.  You’ll have to pretend for a bit that we’re in England though because it’s Mother’s Day a tad earlier on that side of the Atlantic – March 30 actually.  So, in honor, I’m writing this … Continue reading

in the moment

“Most people live in the past, or trying to peek into the future,” she said as I crouched in my chair, arms wrapped tightly around my middle, shielding myself from her truth, embarrassed of my need for it. “It is an art, to live in the present, to let the past and the future be … Continue reading

need a good read?

I am a chronic book-recommendor.  If you want a recommendation, you’ve come to the right place, but you may need to sit and stay a while.  Because I will go on and on.  I cannot be stopped. I will need to know a little something about you but I’m pretty sure I can come up with … Continue reading