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
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
I stumbled on a video yesterday, the morning of July 4th. While it felt like a random encounter, I know God placed it in my path to find, saying “Watch This”, on a day when I would be able to receive the messages it contained. The video was actually produced and aired about 9 months ago, but I was drinking then, and I didn’t see … Continue reading Watch this….
You are so brave… In the past few months, as I have walked this path we call life, I have heard people say those 4 words to me each time I openly share with them the story of my journey with alcohol. Until the last week or so, I never saw myself as brave. I was just me, doing the best I can to live … Continue reading You are so brave….
I am Kate Spade. For those of you who know me beyond my writing, let me clarify. I have not ever considered suicide, but who knows what would have happened if I had not gotten help and stopped drinking. Kate Spade obviously struggled with mental health, whether or not she drank. I have struggled with alcoholism, also a mental health disease. Alcoholics drink to change … Continue reading Behind the facade….
Tears welled up in my eyes as I hugged her goodbye. They spilled over and ran down my cheeks as I whispered my prayer for the journey ahead. Trying to smile, I wiped the drops away as we parted. In that moment I was embarrassed by my tears but driving away I realized that showing my emotions, rather than keeping them hidden away, is a … Continue reading Illusions…
Why does any given day matter more than any other? How can we imagine one day will feel different just because it is the day on which we were born? How can we expect people to act differently toward us on one particular day than they do on any other day? Why do we even make a big deal about birthdays? It’s just a day. So … Continue reading It’s just a day…