Some times words flow in a journal, in a blog, or form themselves into an attempt at a poem, or even a song.
The club that no one wants to join.
January 9, 2021 LPW…Wednesday was difficult. I was paying attention to what was happening in D.C., but that isn’t why. I wasn’t surprised by the direction that D.C. went though. I guess I’m a bit numb to so much of that. No, the difficult part for me was that I began trying to remember someContinue reading “Things I don’t want to forget…”
Shared this on my personal FB page a year ago today. You’ve probably figured out that writing for me is therapy. A way to express my emotions and process them. It also helps me compare those thoughts to the truth that is instilled in me. It’s a creative and therapeutic process for me at theContinue reading “On being creative…”
Everyone wants to know how we’re really doing. There’s no easy way for me to respond to that. I won’t speak for Chad and Libby, but one minute I’m doing ok, thinking about some menial task, and the next minute something triggers a thought of Sarah and what should “be” and I’m in tears. GrievingContinue reading “Grace In Grieving”