Well, Jesus may have managed to be raised from the dead in three days, but since becoming ill on what was less than a good Friday, I have yet to rise above this latest malady. You know I am sick… Read More ›
Month: March 2013
Being Resolute in the Pursuit of Resolutions
Three months ago, I sat in this same spot on my couch and wrote about the end of the year and the anticipation of the new year to come, and I spent that last night of 2012 dreaming and planning for… Read More ›
Balancing Act
This morning I woke up, not to the sound of my alarm clock or my younger daughter crawling into bed with me, instead, I woke up to the sweet sound of silence. Just like being alone does mean one is… Read More ›
Finding Meaning in Spring Cleaning
This morning, I was greeted by cold temperatures, an eerie fog, and a body doing its best to rebound from yesterday’s illness. At first, it seemed that I would spend another day under the covers feeling under the weather, but… Read More ›
In a Fog
This is the scene that greeted me on a cold Saturday morning in Kentucky. While it is an ordinary pictures in almost every aspect, to me, it is nothing short of extraordinary by the mere presence of the fog. There’s… Read More ›
Tea For Three
This Good Friday did not start off so good at all. I woke up feeling achy, sick to my stomach, light-headed, and fatigued, and despite my best efforts, I did not feel well enough to go to work. I spent the better part… Read More ›
Book It
Ever since I was a little girl, I have enjoyed reading books. At times during my life, like during undergraduate and graduate school and when my daughters were infants, I put my reading for pure pleasure aside, as I busied… Read More ›
Soup’s On
Let me make one thing clear, I am not a seasoned cook in any sense of the word. I am at a loss in the kitchen, and I have been driven to tears trying to figure out the directions in… Read More ›
Budding Dreams
I took this picture last spring here in Louisville, Kentucky, just a few blocks from work. This picture is one of the most special ones to me, because it reminds me of a particular dream that I hold close to… Read More ›
The Key to Life
I am often asked how I could possibly love my job working at a day shelter for men who are homeless as much as I do, and if you have read some of my previous blog posts, then you already… Read More ›
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