The Dentist’s Chair

After I stood up from the Dentist’s chair, his hygienist went over a list of horrific things that could occur. I listened, but didn’t accept what she was saying personally. The same thing happened during Breast Cancer treatment. The doctor’s went over a list of side effects that could happen. I tentatively listened, but didn’t […]

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Pretty is Important

It was time to order coffee. I love Bluebottle coffee and their Hario Cold Brew Bottle. I asked my daughter to choose what kind. She sat down in front of the computer and looked at the website. Walking into the kitchen I said, “Pick one out and put it in the cart. I’ll handle the rest.” […]

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Do For Themselves

I always know when it’s time to write. Whether it be in a journal, my book, or here. The dogs become quiet and the house falls into a deafening stillness. The birds are singing in the front yard even though there is no bird feeder. The squirrels left, but the birds stayed. It’s been a […]

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Worth the Fight

A form of letting go is to ‘let it be.’ To breathe in the early morning was to sit on the front porch with coffee and watch the birds feed from the bird feeder. Now my yard is still and quiet. The bird feeder sits on the floor by the back door. The squirrels took […]

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Puzzles and Life

When my daughter was learning to manage depression/anxiety, I was pondering what to do to help. My Mama worked a puzzle on the kitchen table at least once a month. I don’t know her exact philosophy behind this, but it brought us together as a family. You couldn’t walk by without stopping to help, and […]

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Free to Be

My darling. This is the day you walked through with grace. Last December, he ripped out your heart, and threw it away. It was so unexpected. No warning of the words he said. You crumbled to the floor, and I held you while you screamed. He decided to take a road trip with a buddy […]

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The Battle Begins

She told me, “I’ve been struggling with depression all year.” My immediate thought was, “Not my daughter.” She came clean on Instagram, and wrote a post about it, thanking people for their prayers and support. I downloaded the post, and saved it to my phone, but when she deleted it from her account, it disappeared. […]

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