Category Archives: Just Being Real

The Day the Streak Died 🔥

It’s been about 2 months since my stepmom died, and I know this because of my Snapchat streak. This won’t make sense until I tell you a story: Once upon a time, there was a fifty-something who decided to challenge … Continue reading

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Supermarket Flowers 💐

Sometimes, I sort things out with my pen. And although the world feels strangely silent right now, I want to talk about the song, and how it rang out from the hush. (I tremble as I type.) This summer, I … Continue reading

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Walking Though the Fire 🔥

God is rocking me to the core of my existence, which (strangely) is a process I welcome. I’m just trying not to miss any memos. I’ve learned that fire can be good, because the heat brings to the surface things … Continue reading

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So Much…

Since an internal change 17 years ago, my call is to focus on my end of things in human conflict. This is incredibly difficult, but it’s my only hope and responsibility.  In this process, I am forced to face real … Continue reading

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When You Grump At the Courtesy Caller

Well, I did it again. I went off for a week and had a whooping-good time, and got behind on my home budget system. Some of my bills went past due, and the fees started hitting and piling up. Sigh. … Continue reading

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A Mother’s Day Story

This is s story about me and my mom. It’s really only a tiny slice off the story, and it’s deeply personal. But I share it to steward it, to offer hope to other broken wrecks out there, and because … Continue reading

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Lessons From the Pit

Some things can only be learned from a low place, at least for me. It’s hard to share, because: pride snippets come that I connect later I understand before I can articulate But this time, there was one, full-circle thing: silence. … Continue reading

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