Ollivander’s Wand Shop
Not so long ago, we were standing in the cobblestone Diagon Alley. It was a dream come true for Hannah. She drank her Butter Beer while contemplating which wand from… Read more Ollivander’s Wand Shop →
write 2020 (olw)
It’s strange times, which is probably the only thing that propelled me back to this space. You see, some people got ahold of my last post and splattered it over… Read more write 2020 (olw) →
end-of-notebook ritual
I finished a notebook today. Notebooks permeate my life, but there is a daily staple, the jumbo PlanAhead journals that I’ve been filling since 2012 with thoughts about faith. Today… Read more end-of-notebook ritual →
it’s a sign…
“Mom, do you have a minute? I need to talk to you about something serious,” Sam said. I looked up from chopping the salad. “Do you want to talk while… Read more it’s a sign… →
today’s change
At a little after six this morning, Andy said, “Wow, you’ve walked and showered and finished your morning notebook writing already. You’re going to have a productive day!” I smiled… Read more today’s change →
Hello 2020 + One Little Word #15
For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t ready to dive into a new year. I was okay with 2019 lingering a little longer. I really loved living… Read more Hello 2020 + One Little Word #15 →
heart-zapper
I told everyone — Andy, God, my editor, even the universe (whatever that is) that I will not be writing another book until all of our kids have graduated high school. It is only a 5 year wait. Plus, my professional writing life is going to be dedicated to the Choice Literacy website and my day-job. There is no time for a new book. Subliminally, I avoided the blog to make known that I Would Not Be Writing. It seems the writer inside of me didn’t get the announcement. Only… Read more heart-zapper →
forty-two.
Today, I am forty-two. I had to bump around the calculations to figure out the correct age. I lost track around 29. I know that seems cliche, but it wasn’t ever that way for me, like it is for some. I never worried about getting older. Maybe it was because my youth was forever secured when on my 21st birthday, the waiter handed me a kid’s menu. Maybe it’s because at 29 I felt like I finally became who I was made to be… A momma. A teacher. A writer.… Read more forty-two. →
recovery
I’ve never met anyone excited about the recovery process. In fact, it is rare to meet someone who will follow the doctor’s or physical therapist’s orders without reluctance. Most cheat.… Read more recovery →