Family

Rooted {Listen to Your Mother}

The barren branches of a mature lilac bush shiver as winter’s breath exhales on them. From the warm and peaceful place inside our new home where I sip my coffee I see them. Stripped down. Fragile leaves and blooms gone. Awaiting spring. Thick branches crossing over one another. Roots unseen stand through the bitter cold. I used to believe my … Read More

2 years.

*A note before you read this. After doing an audit of my blog in 2022, I have decided to leave content that speaks to the Christian I was at the time this was written. I no longer identify as Christian (and haven’t for a very long time.) I chose to leave these posts because it is who I was then … Read More

Nailed.

*A note before you read this. After doing an audit of my blog in 2022, I have decided to leave content that speaks to the Christian I was at the time this was written. I no longer identify as Christian (and haven’t for a very long time.) I chose to leave these posts because it is who I was then … Read More

Clean

So. We moved. Not that we would’ve chosen to move, Phil was fired so we were kinda forced into making decisions faster than is comfortable for me. We didn’t have a choice. It’s difficult to deal with the change of losing a job and a house and a lifestyle all at once. I’m learning to love the new place. I … Read More

Marriage Monday–Camping Edition

*missing camping… Just last week, I blogged a Praying In Color entry. When I started praying, I had no clue it would end up to be a picture of a canoe camping trip, but subconsciously it must have been on my mind. I know that getting Phil to relax was weighing on me. I’d been trying not to nag him … Read More

Shooting Day!

A few weeks ago my brother and his friend took their weapons out to the Knox property to target shoot.  My nephews got straight A’s on their report cards and this is what they wanted to do. Phil, Zane and I tagged along.  

John Masson

Photos are up from the DAV Event for John Masson!  

They Lied

It doesn’t get easier with time. I still dread this day. It’s been 5 years now. Suicide never, ever, ever gets easier to deal with. The grief is so personal and deep and it fucking never stops hurting. and it’s not easy to watch what has happened to everyone I love , everyone who loved you, since the suicide. the … Read More

Growing Up Dysfunctional Part 2

Growing Up Dysfunctional Part 1 * * * The thing about me growing up dysfunctional is that I didn’t know it was warped. I was happy to throw away grandma’s vodka bottles that she hid between her mattress and her box spring. She paid me $20 every Saturday to dust & vacuum the living room, clean the bathroom, mop the … Read More

Growing Up Dysfuctional

I’ve been thinking. And yes, you probably should be scared. And if you remember, I started to tell my story awhile ago.  Remember these from October? In the first (long) series: Sometimes Things Don’t Turn Out As I Planned Shepherds Aren’t Always Nice How Things Come Together When God Tries To Get My Attention Part 1 How Things Come Together When … Read More