If Mom and Dad were going to pass according to their personalities, they certainly did it. Mom with her slow pace, attention to detail, relationships that needed time, and her deep faith, which carried her. Dad with his 100-mile-an-hour personality, just-do-it-get-it-over-with style, bulldog determination, and his fierce independence. It really couldn’t be any more Mike … Continue reading Turtle vs. Jack Rabbit
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Compounded Grief
There is an ache in my chest, which wakes my brain. It is not a physical ache, but an emotional one. My brain rouses my eyes and my feet slide out from under the warm covers to tiptoe to my computer…trying not to wake the sleeping dogs. It is a familiar walk through the dark … Continue reading Compounded Grief
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More of my 1,000 gracefilled moments... 61. A Wild Canadian Geese couple looking for a place to rest… overhead…flying, honking…then gliding and touching down in the sparkling lake water like they are skiing…settling in. 62. Same lake, different couple. Mallards. Hugging the side, in the shallows. The green head of the male shimmers in the … Continue reading 61-81
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More of my 1,000 grateful moments... 41. Colorful sunrises as I crest the hill to my school. Pinks, and blues, and purples spreading through the clouds as the mountains wake up. The best part of my day. 42. Children dancing in the snow with unbridled enthusiasm. 43. Grocery shopping…because it means I have a job … Continue reading 41-60
Dear Moms of Ferguson
Dear Moms of Ferguson, I am sorry. I am sorry I have not seen your pain. I am sorry I have not cared more. I am sorry I have not tried harder to understand. I am ashamed to say it has taken months of protests, and now a week of violence for me to turn … Continue reading Dear Moms of Ferguson
Drowning in Grace
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 Drowning in Grace
Michelle's Mosaic 