I have spent a fair amount of time regretting the lost years I spent trying to convince my husband to work on our marriage. A lot of time beating myself up for my mistake in believing I could reach someone who did not want to be reached. Every once in a while, even the writer…

One day when I was first married I heard a knock at the door. I made my way through our townhouse and pulled at the front door. I was living in Baltimore at the time. A little over an hour from where I grew up in the metropolitan D.C. area. There on the front stoop,…

A few weeks ago, I began to get melancholy because it’s that time of summer again. The time that reminds me my ‘little’ kids are now ‘big’ kids. The kinda big that means I only get to borrow them for the summer and Christmas and a few other stolen times in between. When they are…

We were young. Our original family expanding. Like Christmas morning we waited with anticipation to see who would be our next to love. My sister gave us our first girl. She would end up being our only girl. One out of twelve, she has been called the rose among the thorns and more recently the…

I pull into the parking space. I sip my coffee as I listen to “The Bobby Bones Show.” A nationally syndicated country radio show based out of Nashville, Tennessee. A caller is on the line. She tells of getting a flat tire. A couple of guys stop to help her fix it. She apologizes that…

I just read a quote on Pinterest. “When you refuse to hide your scars they become a lighthouse for someone else” – Jon Acuff I think people who are divorcing want to hide their scars more than most. There is somehow a ridiculously, undeserved shame to failing at marriage. In other aspects of life, failures…

I am catching up on some reading. I flip through the pages of a months old Elle Magazine and happen upon an article. A quote jumps out from the pages. “There are two main reasons people cry: Being separated from an intimate relationship or feeling powerless.” – Elle Magazine I can only agree heartily with…

I am at the barn. The morning sun is just beginning to get intense. I untack Rhythm. He is the sweetest of horses. It is obvious he was more than well loved by his first owner and now equally as loved in his new home. I walk him across the street to graze a bit.…

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