love
-
…everything can change. You go to bed living your life a certain way, just going through your day as if nothing can happen to you, and then… Wham! Everything changes. I mean, life-altering, earth-shattering, changes. Maybe your address changes, your loved one is gone forever, or you break up with someone. These changes, my friends,…
-
Your short-term memory is fried. By that I mean you walk from the kitchen to the pantry and forget what you’re getting from the pantry. But that’s the minor leagues. I leave the house headed to Walgreens to pick up meds and forget what I’m there for. You sweat–a lot. Or maybe that’s just me?…
-
Okay, I’m being a little dramatic. It’s actually only day 11 but who’s counting? Everyone. Everyone is counting. During this social distancing, stay inside order, quarantine; whatever you want to call it, I’ve really been inside my head. Like more than usual. I start each day with quiet time with the Lord where I read…
-
Well, here we are. I slept in until 7:30. Washed my face, brushed my teeth, changed out of my sweat pants into new clean-ish sweat pants, did my Bible study, checked in on a friend, made some coffee, and now what. My streets are quiet. It’s weird. All the cars are tucked nicely in their…
-
Anyone else super stressed right now? Between Friday the 13th, full moon, the last Friday before spring break, the Covid-19 virus, parent/teacher conferences coming up, cancelled field trips, and the toilet paper crisis, it’s a wonder any of us are sane. I’m trying to keep it all from affecting my attitude, but as I sit…
-
Homelessness is real. Poverty is real. Hunger is real. Statistics show that on any given day there is between 6,000-10,000 homeless people in Missouri. This includes individuals, minors, and families. Thousands suffer from chronic homelessness and they are the ones we see living under bridges. Thankfully, I have been blessed and have never experienced homelessness…
-
It’s that crazy time of year again. The time of year where I wrap up another school year-number seven to be exact. The time of year for Mother’s Day. The time of year where I remember my mom’s diagnosis of lung cancer. The time of year for her birthday. Happy Birthday, Mom. You would be…
-
“Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift; that’s why it’s called the present.” Funny how almost two decades ago that quote was my mantra. Probably because it was so philosophical. Ha! Yeah right! It was actually because I loved the play on words. (Insert geek face here.) My cousin and I…
-
Dear Parents, It’s the end of a very long week for me. I not only taught your child, along with 25 other students, but I also stayed after and shared with you all the amazing things your child is doing in my class. I skipped potty breaks, dinner, and even forgot to worry about the…
true life hot mess mom 