A couple of weeks ago, the editor of The Midland Reporter-Telegram reached out and asked if I’d consider writing a reflection on the end of 2020 for our local paper. I was honored to be asked and the topic intrigued me, so I said yes and wondered if I could find a hopeful note to strike in … More Enough, Already
The truth is, none of us see ourselves clearly. And what my little one sees most clearly when she looks in the mirror are all the ways she deems herself deficient. Of course, it’s not how her daddy or I see her. It’s not how her sister or her friends or her teachers or her … More Seeing Clearly With One Eye
Sometimes when the world is loud and scary and overwhelming and I feel afraid for my children’s future, I write them letters. They may never read these letters until they are much older, but they steady my heart for now and, in a mysterious way, help me “mother myself” out of my fear and anxiety… … More Moving Forward by Starting Again
Since my last blog post, it’s been quite a whirlwind… After writing about the Day the Bottom Fell Out, I started seeing the article get shared all over my Facebook feed. Normally I’m not one to watch stats; I write this journal mostly for myself and for my kiddos someday. But I was curious…Over 16,000 … More That Time I Wrote for The Times
Yesterday the bottom fell out. In our single-industry town, the daily price of oil is something many people can recite off the top of their head. And if you forget, it’s on a marquee downtown. But yesterday the marquee read: “Will trade oil for toilet paper.” Because what can you do but laugh? -$37 a … More The Day the Bottom Fell Out
Good morning… How are you today? Are you sleeping any better? Taking care of yourself? Is this “new rhythm” starting to feel manageable yet? That’s something that has surprised me a bit, to be honest… How quickly I can fall into new rhythms. I’m sleeping and eating again… I’m going through a lot of flour … More Pandemic Thoughts: both/and
