As Long As I Have My Spyglass....I Can Figure It Out!

I’ve asked this question many times and I think I have even written about it before.

What makes people happy? Not the casual kind of happy, the all is right in my life and I only find joy kind of happy.

Construction Zone

I am in the process of changing up my blog. I hope you don't mind the dead links, but I am hoping to have them up and running soon. If you have any suggestions, I would love to hear them. In the meantime, please look around. Some things are working smoothly.

I've Forgotton That I Love Color

There comes a time in the grieving/moving on process where a person has to “let go”.

I am at that point. The real question is what does let go mean? Change.

Do You Put the Pretty Side Up or Down?

When my dad calls the name on my phone says “Mom”. I need to change that but I just can’t. I’m frustrated because I am hanging on to silly things. It’s a name on my phone. What is wrong with me?

She's My Princess

I’m being followed. Not by someone, that would be easy to get rid of. I think what is following me is worse. I’ll come back to it in a bit.

I’ve said many times, the worst day of my life was the day my mom called and told me that she had pancreatic cancer and that it couldn’t be fixed. That day plays over and over in my head. It won’t go away and I wish with all my might that I could go back and erase that horrible, tragic day. I can’t. I’ve also said that I quickly started my research and based on the facts as I knew them, I accepted what was happening. I said I was never angry at God and I meant it. More about that a little later too.

When You are Sailing, What Happens When There Is No Wind?

I have written quite a lot over the past year. Sharing so publicly is not something that is typical of me. I share in person with people. Actual people I can see. Sending my thoughts, feelings and everything else out over the internet for the world to read isn’t me. Still isn’t comfortable. But I have found that it is helping me. I wonder if it helps anyone else.

I Was Just a Spoiled Child

Most of my adult life, I have only asked for help from two people. I don’t like to ask for help. I know for many things I need it, but asking for it just makes me feel like I am weak or lazy or that I am just not cut out for whatever it is I am needing help with. My husband is pretty good at knowing when I need help. My mom was too. She was the greatest helper a daughter could want. I must admit that I didn’t always want her help, but she always knew just what to do.

Pomp and Circumstance....And Zippers

Strange how life works. I say this all the time because really it is strange. It is a simple concept, you are born, you live, you die. It is black and white. The middle one is where all the confusion, heartache and laughter happen. As they say, it is just how life goes.

An Asthmatic Should Never Forget That She is an Asthmatic

All of my life I have wanted to fly. Not so much in a plane, but to really fly like the birds. Sounds crazy and maybe it is. I did all of the usual stuff that kids do. I tried to make wings. I would jump off of the swing set with an umbrella. Nothing allowed me to soar. I never even floated.

A Poem Worth Repeating

When I was young you were there every day.