I attended a launch of the next four squads of World Racers. I have come full circle. Sitting in the same seat in which I sat last 4th of July week, were parents who long to support their adult/child’s decision to go change the world. They wore brave smiles with sad eyes. Questions unspoken churned … Continue reading Full Circle
Come to the Sea
I am always amazed when I go to the sea. Brilliant sugar-white sand shines in the sun which makes my heart leap, because I know in moments my toes will be in the surf. The dunes stand guard over the shore like pyramids. On this beach, white morning glories weave their way up to the … Continue reading Come to the Sea
Happy Day
Blonde headed boys with freckles play in the surf. Dad is throwing the Frisbee, mom is attempting to smear them with suntan lotion before they are completely wet. Sister is drawing circles in the sand with her toes and picking at seashells looking for the perfect one. A wagon overflowing with beach toys sits beside … Continue reading Happy Day
How do You Hide from God?
This blog is a continuation in a series I am writing about my husband’s brain injury. If you wish to read the story in order, go back in my archives and find Begin at the Beginning…all the ones in the category brain injury tell my story. Some are longer than others…they come in chunks of … Continue reading How do You Hide from God?
Hiding
This blog is a continuation in a series I am writing about my husband’s brain injury. If you wish to read the story in order, go back in my archives and find Begin at the Beginning…all the ones in the category brain injury tell my story. Some are longer than others…they come in chunks of … Continue reading Hiding
The Meaning of Father’s Day
There are those who would say that Father’s Day is another attempt by Hallmark to get our money. Maybe they’re right, but I choose not to see the commercialism of the day, but the intent behind it. Honoring fathers is something that is not often done in our society, so setting aside one day seems … Continue reading The Meaning of Father’s Day
Running Away
This blog is a continuation in a series I am writing about my husband’s brain injury. If you wish to read the story in order, go back in my archives and find Begin at the Beginning…all the ones in the category brain injury tell my story. Some are longer than others…they come in chunks of … Continue reading Running Away
Lost Hopes and Dead Dreams
This blog is a continuation in a series I am writing about my husband’s brain injury. If you wish to read the story in order, go back in my archives and find Begin at the Beginning…all the ones in the category brain injury tell my story. Some are longer than others…they come in chunks of … Continue reading Lost Hopes and Dead Dreams
Silver Linings
This blog is a continuation in a series I am writing about my husband’s brain injury. If you wish to read the story in order, go back in my archives and find Begin at the Beginning…all the ones in the category brain injury tell my story. Some are longer than others…they come in chunks of … Continue reading Silver Linings
Love Language
Food is my love language. Seriously. I have a long line of Southern cooks in my family to thank for this fact. Southern women, of which I am one, learn early that food=love. By the age of 6, both my sister and I could make biscuits without help. (Melinda was actually 3 the first time … Continue reading Love Language
