Even among the chaos there was a sense of peace. Boxes were piled up everywhere … in the garage, down the halls and in each bedroom. I felt like I was on an episode of Hoarders, but instead, we were just a family trying to
Most things I don’t do on purpose. If I hurt feelings, it’s never intentional. My timing, even when it’s impeccable, is usually by happenstance. My words aren’t always methodical, and my actions tend to stem from last minute gut feelings. And some of my most
We hadn’t a clue what to do when we were gifted with the box. With the chaos of normal life in full swing, when we learned that this box didn’t require any action for several weeks, it found a home on top of other misfit
It’s been a while, too long if you ask me, since we spent some time together. You’re one of my best friends. You are a critical part of who I am, shaping how I see the world and how I see myself in it. But
The short breaths commence and through them I can feel the heat on my chest rising up my neck. It feels as though time stops while I try to break free of the non-existent but completely real feeling of suffocation. The duration of the episode
Some people are blessed with the knowledge of knowing their pre-destined path in life, almost as if it were served to them on a silver platter with a five-course-meal. It’s as if their purpose was delivered by their local mail carrier in a beautifully packaged
“It will be fun,” they said. “It will be the best thing that ever happened to you,” they said. “You will never imagine life without them,” they said. Sometimes I find myself wanting to find “they” and give them a piece of my mind. Sure,
Internally, a constant battle takes place between myself and I. One part of me feels the need to always overshare in preparation for an uncontrolled circumstance. The other part of me believes in keeping silent for fear that any label will encourage the world to
It was everything I had been dreaming of for months, fulling living up to its exceedingly high expectations. My toes were happy – and so was my soul – the moment my skin made contact with the sand. This Southern girl loves her luscious rolling
This time of the year, I find myself getting nostalgic. All it takes is a walk through Target for me to remember when I was the one sifting through the bins, searching for the perfect items to complete me, and the brighter the colors, the
I had just concluded a long day, filled with unexpected disappointments, and my way to cope was to spend some time jabbering on the phone and picking weeds from our flower beds. I know, I know… there were probably a hundred other more productive ways
I like to think that when people’s lives cross with mine, they can see that I am a person of faith merely through our interactions. For some that may be the case, but for others the thought may never cross their mind. You see, I