“Do you play an instrument?” I asked. “No, I used to play guitar, but I forgot all of it, so I just sing.” she said. And THAT got me thinking…we ALL play something… ALL of us are an instrument…and we get to choose the sound it makes… positive, negative, loud, soft, mellow or steady like…
Sometimes life piles up. The hits keep coming. And one pushes too hard and too far. And it can seem like there is nowhere to turn and nowhere to go. Like the first tipped domino you feel yourself going down. Down.down.and.it.might.not.be.pretty.you.might.even.ugly.cry.going.down You may not be a teenager, but you still need to know. In May…
When the calendar says it’s not Fall y’all, but hues of yellow and red are filtering through the leaves, it starts to feel like Fall. And even though the calendar hasn’t ushered in Fall, the feeling of Autumn is quivering in the air. For several weeks, I’ve noticed slight changes in the color of the…
Amy Claire found out I grew up in Arkansas. She looked at me with her eyes opened wide with a surprised expression. Slowly with emphasis she said, “I’ve been down South. If I remember correctly it’s really different down there from up here.” Well yeah, it is really different. In fact. “down South” there’s an…
Why are you paralyzed?
Have you ever had a farmhouse table that dug a well in Haiti? I have one and it is AAAHHH MAAAAZING! My friend said, “Hey, I’m having a yard sale of items that people have donated to me. Stop by if you get a chance.” So I stopped. And I plundered through faded cookbooks from…
They accused me of being a crazy band mom, so I just may as well own it. He did give the best advice ever, after all. I honestly have no idea what a crazy band mom is or what one looks like… …I think she might yell loudly and pump her fists in the air…
Be kind and not selfish Be patient and keep your word Talk to each other but listen first Be quiet but don’t make them read your mind Give each other space but look at each other when you talk…if possible Realize you won’t always agree and that’s ok Laugh, have fun and work through the…
A walk in the dark couldn’t hurt… …fluttering leaves on the trees over hung the sidewalk of our picturesque street. Streetlights did not light the section on which I was walking. I could see light ahead and if I looked over my shoulder, I could see light behind. I had to go thru the dark…
Y’all I’m trying. I really am. I have this habit of dropping the “ing” from words and saying “in”. And it’s hard. I’d much rather say, “Y’all I’m tryin’. I really am. I’m tryin’ to stop droppin’ the ing from words.” Sigh. Do y’all do that. Do you say innit for isn’t it? I dunno…this…