Ruby understood her vocation better than most. She arrived to fill a void.
When Bridget and I talk about conflict and how to resolve it, I regularly come back to the mantra of “do everything with kindness”. Positioning ourselves from the corner of kindness, rights our intention.
Had you slept beside me, I’m absolutely positive you would have heard me laughing in my sleep.
Yes is a small word. Yes is a simple word. Yes is a complex word. Yes is huge. Yes is powerful beyond measure.
Anonymity. She coveted it more than anything.
“Fancy meeting you here,” she said.
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, will one of you please produce an ice sack that will put this fire out?” she pleaded in prayer.
“I’m rubber you’re glue, whatever you say, bounces off of me and sticks to you.”
Milestones are ours to make, define, and delineate which are meaningful and meaningless. Mystery riddles most milestones, many of which we never unearth.
The volume and details of memories that often flood my mind, will soon become absent in his life. Corey has been diagnosed with early, really early onset of Alzheimer’s disease.
She long ago mastered the artistry of puppetry with this clown. Her spouse, the louse.
It took me a while to claim this room, this space. And I wonder why it took so long? Because time heals all wounds. That’s the mystery of love.
Why is that? Because we are afraid to write it. Afraid to be vulnerable again, and to possibly be open to rejection, again. It’s a worn out tawdry paperback, even Goodwill won’t accept.
The truth is, the finish line snuck up on me. November 1 seems like yesterday. I woke up like any other morning, but it wasn’t. I made commitments. And I’ve made good on them, some I even doubled down.
We can dress up these offenders, teach them how to write a story and convince the world that they are really good people. And externally they may appear so. But you can’t hire a pr-consultant to paint you as a respectable human being when inside you are not.
There is nothing selfish by withholding our own light from leeches. You can’t enjoy life when others suck the life right of you!
When I opened my email I found Tara’s post on a Thin Spiral Notebook, and from there I followed her prompt lead and found myself looking at Messy.
I told them they were on their own. My daughter was startled, her one friend gasped with excitement and the most sensible of all of her friends volunteered to be the mom friend. Without hesitation, I let them go.
We’ve attempted to bring new life to our own straggled thought.