This is 45

This is 45

Here I am, equidistant from 15 and 75. Equal parts wonder and “meh.” At 45, I’m now parentless. At 45, I miss my mom more than ever. At 45, I’m preparing for one of my birdies to leave the nest, the other in just two years. At 45, I am loved and supported...
Slow

Slow

I like to get things done fast. Like quickly. And efficiently. Without delay. I read fast. I eat fast. I talk fast. I think fast (too fast, sometimes). I understand fast and I explain fast. My way doesn’t embrace the impatient among us. I’m not good at...
Someday

Someday

As the saying goes, “There are seven days of the week but Someday isn’t one of them.” What are you someday-ing in your life? We will definitely travel there someday. I will forgive her someday. You have to tell me that story someday! I’ll make...
Your Miracle

Your Miracle

Your miracle. It’s coming.Even when you don’t see it or a hint of its light.It’s on its way. And there isn’t much you have to do to make sure it finds its way to you. That’s part of the miracle, like it knows.It’s hard to remember,...