Tonight, I really don’t feel like writing. I want to curl up in a ball under my plush, warm, inviting blanket, close my eyes, and get lost in sleep. This has been a tough week. Every year, between Thanksgiving and Christmas, Chris, our children, and I would meet my dad, siblings, stepmom, and step-siblings for our family get together. For a couple of years, we met at Dad’s or a sibling’s home, but we decided that it would be easier to meet at a centrally located hotel in Missouri. Each family would arrive at different times throughout the day. We READ MORE
Category: Grief
A Little Space
While my husband and I were discussing my blog post ideas for this week, he challenged me to share what is churning in my heart. He said that my readers need to read it. So, I am sharing it with you, per his suggestion. I hope it speaks to you. I need a little space. This week, I wanted to crawl into a hole and hide from the world. I wanted to block out every bit of noise in my home and neighborhood. I was craving the creative process and a deep journey into my own thought life. I am READ MORE
Father’s Day
Father’s Day was this past Sunday, and it was a hard day. As I mentioned in my last post, my father was murdered almost three years ago. Holidays like his birthday, Christmas, Thanksgiving, and my birthday are really tough, but it is especially difficult to make it through Father’s Day. Everywhere you turn, various calendars, store shelves, television commercials, and restaurant signs remind you of your father’s passing. It makes you want to hide and skip the day all together, at least that is how I usually feel. I know I am not alone, and I suspect that it feels READ MORE