holes
there was an emptiness inside of me
that hungered for sweet relief
it called like a chasm, it burned like a fire
from loneliness, heartache, and grief
i tried to feed it the world and its lies
its theories, quick-fixes, …
Posts in the Category: writing
thing
I have a “thing.” This one itty-bitty thing that I go to for comfort when I probably shouldn’t. It’s not a big deal; really it’s not. It’s not like I do anything really bad. I …
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I’m a “you’re not the boss of me” kind of girl. I always have been. I am the girl who, growing up, did the exact opposite of what I was told, every. single. time. Lessons …
Read More →mountaintop
Every September, my hubby and I pack up our gear and set off for a week in the mountains. To us, there is nothing more healing than that week of quiet, nothing more likely to …
Read More →stay
My dog Woody is a service dog flunky. Try as he might, with all his smarts and tricks and personality, he just couldn’t make the cut.
Originally chosen by Texas Hearing and Service Dogs …
Read More →crossroads
you guys are such troopers. each week, you have diligently read on and on (while i droned on and on) in these long dramatic posts. so this week, let’s keep it short and sweet and …
Read More →fear
I learned to be afraid when I was 4 years old.
It was a culmination of things, really – that happened that year. My father was drinking and using more heavily than ever, and despite my mother’s …
Read More →still
And it’s hard to explain how I feel
It won’t go in words but I know that it’s real
I can be moving or I can be still
But still is still movin’ to me
Willie Nelson
This house makes …
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coal, part 3
… Now let me qualify this. I did not sing a glorious song of praise to the King of Creation in a pitch perfect …
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coal, part 2
…So I began to pour myself out to God in prayer. I went systematically down that list and I began to give each of those failures to God. …
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