Skip to main content

Posts

Showing posts from September, 2018

An Update & Gratitude Shower

Many of you are aware of the current situation that our family is walking through. Many of you have been praying and offering help and encouragement. It is so very appreciated. As are all the kindnesses extended our way. The court date was today and while I will skip all the nitty-gritty details inappropriate for mass consumption, I find updating everyone at once a more efficient option just now. A quick overview for all those who've been checking in on us : First- it has been mentioned before, but bears repeating again that there is no hatred for my adversary. A lack of agreement, yes. Human frustration, also a resounding yes. But hatred, no. There will be another court date in December and some exploration of the issues at hand in the interim. Meanwhile, the children and I are legally protected and provided for by a wise and honorable judge. Not to mention my lawyer, who is truly a gentleman and a scholar. I'd be lost without him. His team is an invaluable asset and I am grat...

Would It Help ~ from the archives

Regarding certain recent events, I copy over an entry from an old blog, written at the time with my mother-in-law in mind and stretching out to fit any and all who may find a balm in forgiveness, from themselves and/or others: https://blynk107.wordpress.com/2007/07/27/would-it-help/ Would It Help? This entry was posted on 7.27.07, in  Uncategorized . Bookmark the  permalink . Leave a comment (Edit) This forum here- I feel I must excuse, explain it all again- this place is for me. I come here and I scream in the only way I know how. I ask questions that otherwise wouldn’t leave my lips… I fool myself that being here makes it all safe to give a voice. Dumbo had a feather to help him soar — I have this wee little blog (and additional hang ups that we’ll discuss some other, far off day.) I probably don’t need this feather, (or those) … but until I am sure, I grasp them tightly in my trunk…. Big Exhale Here. Would it make a difference, if we listed your sins and excused you from ea...

Pockets & Bad Breath ~ from the archives

Regarding certain recent events, I copy over an entry from an older blog:  https://blynk107.wordpress.com/2007/07/12/pockets-and-bad-breath/ pockets and bad breath This entry was posted on 7.12.07, in  Uncategorized . Bookmark the  permalink . Leave a comment (Edit) It was one of those highlights of motherhood…booster shots at the health department, last in line and four shots delinquent. There was nothing child friendly in the sparse waiting room, only the vending machines served as a distraction, and then, not for long. The walls were papered with the typical bi-lingual informative posters,with topics ranging from cancer to teen pregnancy; a child could learn a lot ( too much!) just waiting on school booster shots. One poster had briefly caught my eye, advertising a teen smoking   hot line , fringed at the bottom with little rip off numbers- handy for any who may want to call in for help. I wondered whether it was a very effective medium with which to rea...

Homesick

She said "I'm a little homesick" I asked her what she was missing the most. "Those big pretzels and cheese dip" Ah, the pretzels as big as one's head from Bierhouse. The online inquiry for local German/Euro restaurants returned three results. One did not have pretzels. One was already closed. The last one was the restaurant where her father and I had gone on our first date. Of course. So, we got pretzels. She was comforted. And we left with a few new friends. But the defining moment may have been when, after the clamor associated with being seated subsided, came playing softly through the speakers: " Maybe I didn't treat you q uite as good as I should have,  Maybe I didn't love you q uite as often as I could have... Little things I should have said and done,  I just never took the time... You were always on my mind...you were always on my mind..." Ha.

Mornings Before

Select MorningPage entries before the canvas tore...

The Blue Journal

In the ongoing effort to digitize, analyze and immortalize the random thoughts from past journals, I archive now The Blue One.  We lived in Fernandina Beach at this time. THE BLUE JOURNAL (click to enter)  What wonders and wanders await within?