When you reflect on 2020, think long and hard over the entirety of it and not just one aspect.
Thanksgiving was tricky for some, but Christmas is so riddled with traditions, that to break from them rattles the senses and foundations to which we have grown accustomed.
My ability to stay positive was quickly slipping as I realized more changes would soon be on the way; I felt the slippery slope of depression hugging at the corner of my spirit.
People say they can’t wait for things to return to normal, but I truly hope it doesn’t return. Normal wasn’t good. It wasn’t healthy for our minds, bodies,or spirits. It wasn’t good for our world.
Just like the streaking lights of a meteor shower, our time with our kids is fleeting, brightening our little corner of the world for a brief moment before spreading out into the universe.
I would describe current events as an indoor roller-coaster; you know nothing about what is up ahead, just hang on for dear life and pray the handlebar is snapped securely into place. Of course the entire time you’re screaming at the top of your lungs to get off this insane ride.
Today is DAY 1 of working from home, something that many in the country have been doing for a week now, some even longer. I have been awake for approximately thirty minutes and already I feel disoriented as chaos spills in upon what is usually my “quiet time.” The two college students, who are now… Continue reading Society Disrupted
Perhaps the solution is in making writing a part of life instead of a luxury in life, making it a habit instead of a hobby.
Turkey Hands. Every child has made one. A crafty tradition sent down through the ages. I have fond memories of coloring my “feathers” in red, yellow and orange, always thinking it a work of art that I couldn’t wait to share with my mom. Later, I would receive my own turkey hands. They would go… Continue reading Turkey Hands
Tomorrow is the first day of school for our county and I find myself moving towards it with a sense of sad trepidation. My son is a junior in high school this year. My baby boy, the last one. It has been 16 years since I had to take just one child to school. SIXTEEN… Continue reading Bye-Bye Birdie