grief
On grabbing hold of some squiggly, wiggly joy.

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.
Continue readingThe one-two kick of it just being over.

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.
Continue readingOn circling helicopters, broken hearts, and peace-breathing.
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.
On yet another goodbye, goat-dreaming, and having your cornbread all confused.
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
On something to ponder.
Don’t you think it would do humanity some good Continue reading
From me to that lady at Target.
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
When you’ve been promised BBQ, but you have to do this first.
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
On workouts and thank yous.

Ruby Wren … that little hand says it all.
After basically 6 weeks in the hospital, Tommy’s finally home and healing. Continue reading
When you can still hear his Amen.
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