I need to write more here and maybe soon I will. Currently in my spare time, I edit and manage a blog for a dear friend of mine Jeff Roebuck. http://jeffspeakstolife.org/ He writes a lot about his own journey and mental health. He has a lovely approach to dealing with life's issues. I am quite … Continue reading Behind the Scenes Somewhere Else
All gone. Those were the words of finality that were expressed today at the loss of my daughter's new pregnancy. This would have been her and her husband's third child. This would have been Babyman and Dr. Evil's new sibling. This would have been my sixth grandbaby. It won't be though, because ... well I don't … Continue reading All Gone
Writing Challenge Day 15 - Bullet point your whole day. My schedule has not been very interesting in the last few years and I would be sort of embarrassed to have bullet pointed any given day. See I had been a stay at home mom until a couple of years ago when the girls both … Continue reading A Day in the Life of Nonie
Free After years of being held emotionally captive, a recent event severed the ties that had me bound and I was set free. He made a choice to finally let me go. It was conscience and intentional. It was shocking. We'd been estranged for years and years at my choice. It was the only way I … Continue reading What Happens When Freedom Sets You Adrift?
I was 10 when he said my grandmother could no longer buy me Easter dresses because he wanted to do so. I was 11 the only year he did. That same year he wanted to buy my bathing suit and my first bra. He continued to be interested to a degree when or if ("if" because now … Continue reading No More Easter Dresses
Being a mother to daughters that are married with children is like being an on-call nurse, a psychologist, a advice columnist, a time-traveler, a spiritual adviser, and a lawyer. The list could go on and on. Real-estate agent, travel agent... sorry I'm getting carried away. Now I do not have training in most of those areas but that has … Continue reading Having Daughters
The scars never seem to stop being sensitive. I feel empty. Then comes the pain. And the reminders that it has never really felt like anyone loved me as much as I wanted to be loved. I know that sounds selfish, perhaps a little silly, but tonight I don't care. I know God loves me … Continue reading Scars