when I fear I have lost my flavor

Sometimes, discouragement knocks hard on your door and it takes everything in you not to invite it in to share a giant piece of chocolate cake.

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blessings for the broken, part two

Library of Congress, Prints & Photographs Division, FSA/OWI Collection, LC-USF34-041923-E

We used to wear our grief.
Black for a day, a month, a season, a year . . .
To show loss.
To let the world around us know we carried sorrow.
Appearance had meaning.

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blessings for the broken, part one

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The breaking was just as much for me as it was for him.
I see it now. I saw it then.
But my eyes are are slow to turn the image upright. . .

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what if we all quit being super woman

Lately, I’ve been working on the uncomfortable habit of being real. For a significant portion of my life, I’ve been busy. Not just busy, but over-committed, over-the-top, make other people’s contributions to the task look like poo kind of busy. Being busy kept me distracted. Too much time on my hands gave me time to […]

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on being fragile

Last year, or the year before, my dentist told me I needed gum surgeries. And I didn’t go back. Cut gum tissue from the roof of my mouth. Sew it to my receded gums. Heal. And repeat. No thank you. But now I’m in pain . . . I HATE going to the dentist. No. Really. Violently […]

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the truth heals, part two

The blog post today is written by Dave. In the previous post, I wrote about letting go of Dave’s recovery. My prayer in the last few years of his addiction finally became a simple, “If he’s lying, please don’t let him get away with it.” I still pray that prayer — for Dave and even for my […]

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the truth heals, part one

How did you rebuild trust? someone recently asked me. How did you make it from the lies to now. I thought I could give a one post answer. But it’s not that simple. So I write. And I think. And I pray. And I ask God to give me words to say to people who feel as […]

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If the foundations are destroyed

“Honesty is such a lonely word everyone is so untrue honesty is hardly ever heard and mostly what I need from you.” — Billy Joel * * * * * The path to the beach cuts through the woods near our house. At the edge of the cliffs, roots of lofty pines and cedars clinging […]

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twenty years and counting

There’s a little romance in playing pioneer. Like Ma and Pa Ingalls, leaving their family in the Big Woods of Wisconsin and travelling west to settle on the prairies of Minnesota. Pa chops down trees, hauls and hews logs, hoists them (with a little help from Ma), building a house for his family in the […]

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