My mother loved bees. She loved them long before it was on trend to do so. She was always ahead of her time. If you’ve been reading Tidbits for a while, you know my mom died 11 years ago and while she is not physically present, her spirit is with me always. Yesterday, I said a final goodbye to my parents’ home of 35 years. … Continue reading …bee happy
Bending over I snip off another flower head and drop it into the bucket. Brown decaying and lifeless, these are destined for the compost pile not a vase on my dining table. Deadheading is to remove dead flower heads to encourage further blooming For days, to be honest weeks, I’ve ignored the once vibrant pink geraniums planted so carefully in the end of May. … Continue reading …deadheading
A question from a sobriety coach has been ringing in my head for the last 24 hours – what’s One Thing you can do for yourself? I’ve come to realize that drinking alone at night had become something I “did for myself”. My mind had twisted a destructive act into a treat, a gift to me that no one could take away. Truth is, it’s … Continue reading …just one thing
I walk along the sidewalk, alone, hoping not to cross paths with anyone for fear of catching It. Alone is how I live now. Alone in my home. Alone in my mind. Even when blessed by family under the same roof, I feel alone. In some ways this isn’t new. This feeling of being alone, but somehow it is now more acute than before. I … Continue reading I think about you often….
Grrr. GGggHhhMmm. The low rumbling sounds are unmistakable, a tantrum is about to erupt. A full blown toddler tantrum of tears and stamped feet, a whirling dervish sweeping through the house. I have to stop it at all cost. My youngest and I are in the kitchen as a gloomy rainy falls. I’m sipping tea and surfing Facebook, she’s finished her breakfast and is too … Continue reading …mothering mistakes
Opening the musty book a thin piece of paper, delicate as butterfly wings, slips to the table. The tiny script is level and clear across the page, words bleeding through from the other side. Rising from the page I hear the voice of a woman who died long before I was born. A woman revered in our family for generations. These are the hand written words of a beloved maiden … Continue reading …it’s really true
Sitting in my family room the other morning, house quiet as my family slept in, I looked around me. The kitchen was still cluttered with dishes that did not make it into the already full dishwasher, a basket next to me overflowed with balls of yarn I wanted to knit, the coffee table in front of me a Jenga tower of magazines ready to topple. … Continue reading …filling the void
Not sure how to write this. I’ve never been good at asking for help from others. But here goes – Last night I received a text from my sister telling me how much she enjoyed my post from yesterday titled, …irrational rhythm. She asked if I’d been getting lots of LIKEs and Comments. My answer? Nope and Nope. Bloggers write for many reasons but one … Continue reading …a little help
I have not found a predictable rhythm in Quarantine Life. I have not been able to make sense of the days and nights and weeks. I wake, bouncing from one thing to another until at the end of the day there are more things on my Do List than on my Done List. Each member of my family is on a different schedule, sleeping, waking … Continue reading …irrational rhythm
I am so very thankful for the roof over my head, the food in my pantry, the love of my family, the grace of the Lord. I have nothing to complain about in these days of worldwide pandemic and crisis, yet my flesh is uncomfortable. I hear a judging voice in my head comparing my chaotic mess of a kitchen to the stunning Insta-worthy images … Continue reading …time to refuel
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