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And she gave me a gift of broken bones

And she gave me a gift of broken bones

This past week my daughter broke her arm. We all handled it like troopers. My husband was away on a business trip – isn’t that how it always is? – so I had to handle the situation on my own. There are times when all that negative self talk in my...
Heart stories . . .

Heart stories . . .

My heart is telling me stories today. I am listening closely. I sit in a nice patch of sun on my porch wrapped in a woolly blanket as I write this. I have a warm cup of tea beside me and a kitty companion under the chair close by. I hear the chirping of the birds in...
I suppose. . .

I suppose. . .

I feel like I am bumping along a rocky road Inspiration coming slow In dribs and drabs In tiny burstsI In seconds lost But not besmirched   I’m rolling in the in between, The uncomfortable but not unseen I’m here! I’m here! Feeling lots and...
The Real Me. . .

The Real Me. . .

I am getting to the heart of it. I am becoming more of who I should have always been. I am slowly loving myself day by day and see that the more I do the more I will fully become who I have always desperately needed and wanted to be. I am the girl who tells it...
The Edge

The Edge

Today, as I write this, I have butterflies in my stomach and a queasiness akin to stage fright, which means it must be important to share. I feel like am walking out along the edge, but I think the edge is where I live now.  The edge… it is scary, vast and...