The Wall
The last couple of days, I’ve felt like I’m on a course of slow collision with “the wall.” We all know what hitting the wall is like, whether at work… Read more The Wall →
Remembering George Floyd
At a couple of friends request, I’ve started watching the show The Chosen. If you haven’t seen it, it’s about Jesus calling various followers and I gotta say, I’m really… Read more Remembering George Floyd →
The Butterfly That Refused To Be
A friend tagged me in a post today where she introduced her new butterflies and butterfly in the making that has yet to hatch. She mentioned that there would have… Read more The Butterfly That Refused To Be →
Brutal Honesty
This morning, I saw a question posed by one of my favorite Instagram accounts, storysellercomics which asked its readers to consider, “whether their brutal honesty was driven by honesty or… Read more Brutal Honesty →
Boundaries part II
I know we just talked about boundaries the other day, but I spoke with a friend today who asked me how to handle a tenant situation she has as a… Read more Boundaries part II →
Dawn
Every single day for the last 9 months, I have gotten out of bed and checked to see if we’ve received something from my husband’s school. We were supposed to… Read more Dawn →
The Path Ahead
I’ve mentioned before that I need to go on out of office errands regularly for my job, and that when I go to Court, I have to negotiate these massive clouds of flies along the way. Along with the flies, I also have to pass by (and over) people laying across the sidewalk, piles of trash strewn across the walkway and even human feces smeared across my path. This on top of the sidewalk being usually uneven and sometimes completely broken. If I were to judge the correctness of my… Read more The Path Ahead →
Boundaries
I am the kind of person that if I sit down at my desk, or at a computer, or a messy table, I will compulsively start working. Unanswered emails in particular call to me like Sirens hidden in rocky reefs, where I know my little bit of marginal time will be utterly consumed as I justify “just one more.” I’m guilty of even answering emails on the ride home (when my husband is driving) while he’s asking me how my day was. The boundaries of my days blur into my… Read more Boundaries →
God Moments 