Some day we will all find what we are looking for. Or maybe we won’t. Maybe we will find something much greater than that. – Anonymous
Let the ruins come to life. – Joel Houston
Two and a half years ago, I stared at a computer screen and gripped a scrap piece of paper in my hands.
Should I? Shouldn’t I?
Does it even matter?
I was 31;
three years into my relationship with leukemia,
and not too many more into my relationship with motherhood.
I struggled to juggle
kids who were no longer toddlers, not quite school-aged children,
with a job I mostly loved, sometimes hated.
I’d graduated from one phase of life
– here is where we have children –
to one I never thought I’d see
– here is where we try to keep me alive so I can raise those children.
‘I’m fine’: 1) the more polite way to say, ‘no, get lost.’ 2)The general response to any question asking how you are doing or feeling. – Urban Dictionary
The ability to lie is a liability. – Unknown
I have a horrible memory of eighth grade – I forget which class it was. We played a game that required making up a lie on the spot that the rest of the class would believe. (I know, seriously, what were they teaching us?!).
At my turn I started to sweat and looked at the ceiling. I felt myself flush as I sputtered through the worst improv ever.
A kid in the back row laughed his head off.
You’re not a good liar, are you?
Have you ever really, realllllly wanted – even needed – something to happen… and it didn’t?
Of course you have. We wouldn’t be human if we got everything we ever wanted.
But sometimes, it seems kind of cruel, doesn’t it?
I’ve been reading Charlie and the Chocolate Factory to the girls. I loved this book – and its sequel – as a child. I thought it rather silly as a twenty-year-old ‘grown-up’. Now, as an almost thirty-two-year-old mother, I think it borders on profound.
In my eyes, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory is a treatise on the evils of greed, gluttony, and selfishness. The hero is none of those things; the other children are all of those things. The hero survives; the others are destroyed by their impulsiveness, obnoxiousness, and covetousness.
They see something, they need to have it, they go out and get it.
They’re not much different than you and I.
I had intended to write a very short post this morning, something about contentment, or perhaps why conflict may not always be a bad thing, maybe. I had several adorable anecdotes to share with you all, moments that would make us smile at the curiosity and freshness of children. But spending a week away with those dearest to me and reconnecting with some whom I see but a few times a year has propelled me in a different direction. Read more
“Always remember that others may hate you but those who hate you don’t win unless you hate them. And then you destroy yourself.” – Richard M. Nixon
Confession: I hate being hated.
No, I’m not proud of that hating-being-hated thing. The very phrase is irrational. You and I both know that I’ve realized I’m not – nor are many of us – going to be popular. But there’s a vast difference between being popular and being despised. And though I’m desperately trying to turn those parts of myself that have been against things to be for them, this week, I’m having a little trouble with that. Read more
Okay, okay, you can put the tomatoes back in the fridge drawer. You can stifle the ridiculous laughter. Before you wonder what psychological obsession I must have to be writing about hockey, again, be assured that what I’m about to say has really just nothing to do with something that trivial. Really.
I mean, hockey – it’s just a game.
Right? Read more
Every Christmas, it seems there’s more and more to do. Ironic that a holiday that should be about inner qualities of peace and joy, by its very over-eventfulness, robs us of those sweet sentiments and prayers for quietness and rest and joy that we send to family and friends.
That is, if you’re one of those people who like to send Christmas cards.
Every year, I argue with myself. Cards or no cards? Read more