It’s been a long day. I’ve been telling myself we’ll make it to bedtime with everyone’s sanity and hearts intact. I’ve been telling myself we’re doing great and it’s ok to be a little tuckered out. I’ve been telling myself I’m just a little tense with the old nerves, it’s been a long day, you…
Momma, on the phone, sounds tired and overwhelmed, but still picks up when I call because she knows we need to touch base for sanity’s sake. And to share that three out of the five siblings who visited this weekend have fevers and bad coughs. My chest tightens a notch. Student J, noticing I’m running Google Meets from a different room, asks me if Family…
What I realize today, this morning, is that the struggle of this year has been the way in which it all continuously unravels. Think of a beautiful rug or tapestry or canvas art you have worked hard to create. It has required dreaming and imagining, re-envisioning, and effort. It has taken tears and sweat and a part of your heart to create this wonder, and…
There is a bruise in the middle of my chest from where the EMT buried the knuckle on his middle finger in an attempt to revive me. There is another bruise in the crook of my left elbow from where another EMT sunk the IV needle. My right leg is sore, like I pulled a muscle, but I can’t explain that one. There is a…
It is a unique day, this Thursday. Yesterday, when Mister and I discussed it, we weighed the pros and cons, we considered options. At the end of it, we both knew what should happen, but I could tell he didn’t want to be the one to say it. So I did. “You go, to your mom’s with the kids. It’s just one day. It’s just…
Do justice. Love kindness. Walk humbly.
scribbling along since 2013