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….
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
You don’t see it coming until it’s too, late. It creeps up on you. The days are ordinary, albeit full of the normal stresses of life. And then something happens, and the world feels quite different. Sitting on the beach, soaking up the sun and watching your children play at the water’s edge, it’s the tsunami wave sailing toward you from miles off, about to … Continue reading …the thief
People thought WW3 would be nuclear, a rogue nation with a big huge bomb. Instead the world is now at war with a micro-organism that we cannot see, smell or hear. It has swept in silently, like a snow squall on a winter’s day, blanketing our world in contagion. The World is at WAR against COVID19. The front lines are not traditional battlefields, the … Continue reading …the snow squall
In the days when every night ended with multiple glasses of wine, my daily responsibilities and routine were the switch that kept my drinking in check. The carpool and committee meetings, and the daily tasks I carried out as Family Manager, ensured that no wine was poured before 5pm. God knew that the time would come for me when those superficial controls would disappear. Children would go … Continue reading …5 o’clock