You can call us crazy, if you want. It’s okay. You can shake your heads with that knowing smile at the chaos that’s certain to become our lives. We don’t mind. You can even think it’s way too soon after losing our sweet Cookie just a week before. That’s fine. We just disagree.
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Surprisingly, every teary-eyed step I took down the ramp that day left me feeling just a little more free. By the time I made it to the elevator at the bottom, my tears were actually dry. Miraculously gone. As was the pressure.
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I’m listening right now to police and news choppers hovering overhead. The sound is relentless. Ominous. Heavy with heartbreak. Distinct with the rumble of grief. Apparently there was a suicide this morning at the high school near my home. A student. At 7:48 AM.
I don’t think he ever quite got over the fact that I grew up eating biscuits for supper and cornbread for breakfast. Continue reading
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For some reason, I haven’t told a single person about you. I’m sure it’s a little bit due to embarrassment on my part, Continue reading
Clearly little Ruby Wren was having none of it. She was tired. It was cold. And she’d heard we were going out for BBQ. Continue reading
Ruby Wren … that little hand says it all.
After basically 6 weeks in the hospital, Tommy’s finally home and healing. Continue reading
Meet Don Kemp. He came into my life when I was 9 years old and totally rocked my world. We blended two families, moved across country a few times, and went through life together. Continue reading
No matter what your profession, there are just some days where a little help is needed to put one foot in front of the other and go do it all over again.
