I do imperfection very well. Maybe being human contributes to that ability to be imperfect. With that being said, I don’t find it being a shortcoming. This morning I sprang out of bed, hair sticking up everywhere and promptly tripping over the cat bleary eyed as I didn’t hear my alarm. What I… Continue reading Perfectly Imperfect
How quickly time passes where I assume the role as “parent” to my mother. At the age of 82 and widowed twice in eight years, she has aged at a rapid pace. Physically healthy, she is plagued by depression which steals her feelings of being competent. I watch her struggle to maintain… Continue reading Changes
I have to admit that I am a morning person. Yes, I am the annoying one with a big, fat smile on my face eager to greet the day. It has been one of those freak happenings where I can rise before the alarm even goes off and function without immediate caffeine consumption. Yep,… Continue reading Good Morning!
I refrain most days from getting on my soap box, but there has been a spark in my dwindling flame. After 18 years of being a staunch advocate for Bailey, I am exhausted. However, a spunky, spirited person has entered my life and raised the question why isn’t the Catholic school system finding… Continue reading Children Left Behind
I can honestly say that my forties have served me with happiness and tremendous peace. My journey has been a series of twists and turns along with several gaps that swallowed me whole. I bounced back with the resolve of doing it different, but falling back into the same patterns of insanity. Awareness has given… Continue reading Storytelling