Lunch was at the Eagle top restaurant; Clara wouldn’t have had it any other way. Now don’t get me wrong, it’s a very ‘high fluent” kind of place. You know the type, The beautiful wrap-around terrace with outside dining that overlooks the golf course, but not too far from the outdoor bar with the handsome young caddies … More Happy Birthday to Me…
“Please slow down.” How many of us wish we could write ourselves a letter from the future? I do. I’ve been watching my 18-year-old daughter attend her first year at a community college, taking on a whole load of credit hours along with working three jobs. One full-time at a day-care teaching 3-year-olds, another part-time … More Dear 18-year-old-me…..
It’s what he anticipated, but they lasted much longer then he thought. It figures it was Monday, his first day back to work after everything. He wasn’t quite ready to face his co-workers yet. Their families had been difficult enough, work is a long eight hour day with the same people five days a week. … More The flowers died on Monday
“Aim small miss small” My goal as a writer. I recently read a post from a writer who said “I once met a man who aimed to receive one hundred rejections in a year. In the process, he received eight acceptances”. How can you go wrong when instead of shooting for the moon, you aim … More One hundred rejections…
Memorial Day. Gary felt good enough to watch our small town (and I mean very small) Memorial Day parade. We spent the afternoon at our good friend’s house, five houses down with some of our adult children who good make it. It was a good day. The sun was shining, we only (mainly I) only … More Day six.
Sunday. Streamed church. Our pastor prayed for us. We had dinner together. He napped. I cleaned and made to do lists for appointments. Five days. Hundreds of emotions. Thousands of fears.
Cancer antigen markers within normal limits. Praise God. Now we wait on pathology. But for now, I get to bring him home. 🩷🙏🏻
Liver biopsy done. Now we wait. There’s something to be said for crying yourself to sleep. Is crying the right word? No, no it’s not. It’s more like a full body convulsion while not being able to breathe. So part Elaine and part Fear. I’d rather be laughing at Elaine dancing.
More antibiotics via IV. More fluids, more of waiting. Biopsy was pushed back today to tomorrow now. MD’s want to get “ahead” of the infection. Which of course it makes sense?!? I’m not arguing that at all. What I am arguing is the fact I now have to wait another day to bring him home … More Day two.
Worst day of my life. My heart is broken. I didn’t see this wrench coming. Like my Dad always says, “Man makes plans, and God laughs”. Today I didn’t laugh. I cried. I cried when my husband couldn’t see me. I cried in my truck, I cried on my way to get him food and … More May 20th, 2026.
“Pay it forward” was and always will be one of my favorite chores, if you can even call it a chore. For as long as I can remember, I have had this sickly fascination with paying it forward. From large to small, if I can, I’ve done it all. Although, I must be honest, my … More Pay it Forward
When you shift your life to living transparently, you give yourself a tough conquest. It’s a silent battle within yourself amongst, well, everyone. Everyone you speak with, keep company with, engage with in passing, even at your place of work, but as hard as it is, isn’t it the ‘right’ thing to do? Transparency. Let’s … More To be ‘Clear’…
Not sleeping is awesome when you are young and parting, and you have to work at 5 am. You just keep going; you shower, you eat a few eggs, you pop a red bull and well in the world of Ralph Macchiato “You’re Golden {Pony boy}”. But what about when you’re not in your twenties, … More To sleep or not to sleep.
My husband and I just finished the two part series on “AKA Charlie Sheen” documentary. I have to say I haven’t been able to find a stronger word than ‘Profound’ to cover it. Looking at our world right now, the loss of a young girl on a train home from work, taken from us by … More Love one another
My Dad gave me some life advice recently and I have to say and 52, this was some awesome advice! “Just another life guide, I love you….Remember “It’s Mind over Matter!!! IF YA DON’T MIND! IT DON’S FUCKING MATTER…GO ON SMILIN’…GOD’S SAYIN’ YOU GO! Thanks Dad, you keep life in a very easy prospective. I … More Mind over Matter…
So…. Have you used the phrase or, are you the someone who hates the phrase? Stating “I hate that phrase, it’s stupid, what does it even mean?” Let me tell you what it means, it means exactly what each individual word means. People who don’t like the phrase are the ones who cannot accept they … More It is what it is….
Getting back to being me.
Some days are just plain boring. Same routine, same schedule same agenda. Some days go by so fast that you can’t remember what you ate for lunch. Then some days last longer than a week. The days you keep checking the time to see whether or not fifteen minutes have passed rather than the hour … More Some days are just harder than others.
Once my husband went to bed; I needed a few moments by myself, completely alone. I didn’t want to stay up and watch endless TV for hours, so I shut it off and leaned back into my couch and let the weed kick in. It was a nice day that turned to shit: planning an … More When the Light Enters You. ~ An homage to Omid Safi
Rather than my daughter’s engagement being an amazing celebratory event, it becomes a whirlwind of the emotional backlash of memories I chose not to remember yet somehow, here come the emotions through the floodgates of every sick stomach churning, projectile vomiting, psycho-sob fest imaginable. Why so horrid? How could I dare crush this beautiful event? … More So this is how it starts…
This is the year I stop overanalyzing myself. My weight, my appearance, my worries, and my fears. This is the year I “Go with the Flow” and do it with Grace and self-love. So wherever you are in age, love yourself first! ❤️ After all, we must love ourselves first; so we can love others … More So this is Fifty..
Abby’s back!!!!
For seven years of married bliss. I am a blessed child of God’s for Him to give me a gift like you. Happy Anniversary. I love you so much.
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“It works just fine.” She replies, waving her hand at me with sass. I give her a quizzical look like she didn’t just watch me struggle to get it to work. I grab another one and write the apartment number on the room service sheet. Sharpies are a luxury around here. When I first started … More Why doesn’t the sharpie work Abby?
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Names and places have been changed to protect the innocence of all sociopaths involved. Some days are just better than others. Today was one of those days. Quick blurb here; a gentleman wheeled himself into the dining room by the server station; he’s a bit larger but so full of love. He has a great … More Dinner service. 3/12/22 Grateful.
Names and places have been changed to protect the innocence of all sociopaths involved. So here’s one for you, I’m already swamped but not in a horrific pull my hair out way, more of a constantly busy, which I like. I drop off dessert to my gentleman, who loves his apple turn-over warmed with a … More Dinner service: Staff MIA?
So, I’m an Audrey Hepburn fan. A huge one! One day while browsing through a local Salvation Army, my husband spotted a hand-painted canvas with Audrey on it from, of course, my favorite movie, Breakfast at Tiffany’s. I squealed like a little girl over a doll! I just fell in love with their talent and … More If they only knew my admiration for their talent…..
Names and places have been changed to protect the innocence of all sociopaths involved. Yup. She sure as hell did throw the F word out at me. Now don’t get me wrong; I love the F word. My husband argues that I can’t use it as an adjective; I reply, “Fucking watch me.” So I … More Mid-January Dinner service Pt 2.
Some mornings are just a bit more blessed. St. Clair Mi.
Somedays are prettier than others, depending on when I leave my house. But it’s a fifty-minute trip her way, and it’s one of my favorite drives. Not just because I know we are going to laugh until it hurts, talk about life, love, and how much we need God by the minute raising kids and … More Driving to my sisters house.
It’s warm in this sunshine! My husband moved to the other chair when I woke and made my tea; so that I could sit in this chair that the sun shines upon. It is warm and bright; I had to turn away from the window to write. But I am still giving gratitude for every … More Let’s give a little gratitude.
From The Bible app: Journaling gratitude. God asks Isaiah in chapter 43, “Behold I am doing something new; do you not see it? In Revelation 3, God speaks about an open door. A door is an entry into a new room or dimension that you perhaps haven’t experienced before. As I think about the verse … More Journal entry Day 17: Door
I need you to know that the way you flay your heart open for the world is brave, that the way in which you refuse to be anything but soft, even when … You Will Be Free What a beautiful written letter. I share these words for my daughters dealing with life in the early … More You Will Be Free
He pulled his dress pants from the dryer; it was Tuesday, Tuesday morning, he thought, one more day. I made it one more day. The shock from the static was so profound it hurt. “God Dammit”! He cursed loudly! He never swore, not like that, most definitely not in front of her, especially using the … More The flowers died on Monday. Part 2
I’ve realized the last decade I have gained so much time back by getting rid of bad habits self-guilt and by letting toxic people walk out of my life with a light shove from yours, honestly, of course. Make sure you know who is taking your time and who’s appreciating it.
I worry so much about you. I love you to the ends of the earth, which in reality does not have limitations; therefore, my love for you never stops. But my worry, my worry, always has a way of overpowering my trust. Not my faith in the Lord. But the belief in this evil world … More To my darling daughters,
Names, characters, and incidences have been changed to protect the innocent. Other events ate fictional results of the author’s imagination or were used fictitiously. As I walked into the kitchen Abby was busy plating up another table’s food to go out. She asked me if she could run table tens sense table eleven was so … More Dinner service: Introducing The Foursome Pt 2.
I couldn’t agree with this blogger’s choice of words more. “Intimacy” is spoken about in so many languages, occurrences, and emotions. Do what I do, break the word down—any way you choose, and see what you get. Intimacy- “Into-me-see.” You can’t get more personal than having someone look right “into” you and be that vulnerable … More A Human Offering
Names, characters, and incidences have been changed to protect the innocent. Other events ate fictional results of the author’s imagination or were used fictitiously. Not much went on tonight. More went on in the kitchen than in the dining room anyway. Between the usual shenanigans with Abby and learning about the orange, (at least I … More 2/21/22 Dinner shift.
You give light to my feet with your lamp; with your lantern, you bring life to my path. In the darkness, Evil lurks. In the light, love comes alive. With you, anything is possible. Without you, we are lost. Thank you for your light. Thank you for being love. Thank you for being the Way, … More Journal entry: Lantern.
Some days it is vey difficult to wait. I’m not exactly a patient person, but I have grown. I have grown to realize that “waiting” gives us the peace and contentment to enjoy every moment rather than just the moment we are waiting for or planning for. It gives us great memories of excitement and … More Gods timing.
And I missed you all greatly!
Sometimes the night is just too dark for my liking. Sometimes it’s too quiet. Sometimes my mind is too loud. Sometimes I realize how loud the second hand is on my clock. Sometimes I wish we didn’t need sleep at all. Sometimes the traffic outside sounds like the ocean. Sometimes I stare at the artwork … More 3 a.m.
I never said I was funny 