faith
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A Southern woman’s honest look back at love, memory, and the one who stayed in her heart. When I first read the question, “How did you meet your significant other?” I expected my mind to answer politely, like a well-trained Southern woman at a church supper. Instead, it took off down a dirt road somewhere…
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When strangers remind us that the world may not be so lost after all… Every now and then, a stranger reaches through the noise of the world and presses the little button inside of me that says, See? All is not lost. I grew up being told to have faith in people because they will…
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A letter, because ME is wordy and chatty, I hope finds its way backward through the smoke and fire of the world… Dear Present Me, I know you are tired. Not the ordinary kind of tired that can be fixed with a nap, a strong cup of coffee, or one of those inspirational mugs. I…
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Worry, and I go way back. We are not exactly friends, but we have spent enough time together that I could probably pick it out of a crowd. It has followed me through childhood, adulthood, motherhood, work, bills, busted appliances, and those mysterious house noises that only happen after everyone else has gone to bed.…
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Rambling on about fate, faith, bad timing, and the choices we swear we thought through… People love to say, “Everything happens for a reason.” It sounds comforting, doesn’t it? Like the universe has a clipboard, a headset, and a very detailed schedule. Missed the bus? Reason. Got your heart broken? Reason. Burned the toast, lost…
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Rambling on about moving forward, even when forward looks suspiciously like a three-ring circus and everyone and everything needs you at once… At some point, usually when we are feeling brave, well-rested, or standing in front of a mirror with dramatic lighting, we make promises to ourselves. Sometimes the promises come in the chaos and…
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A love letter to home, independence, birdseed, and the little inventions that keep a body going… I suppose when you reach a certain age, you ought to have purchased more than one thing that turned out to be a blessing. If you have lived long enough, moved enough, learned enough, and maybe limped through a…
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Why we make them, why some sound almost respectable, and why Daddy was right…We have all made excuses. Some of us make them politely. Some of us make them creatively. A few folks make them with the confidence of a courtroom attorney defending a raccoon caught in a pantry at midnight. An excuse is often…
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Today was one of those rare, holy little gifts… a day off with no hurry attached to it. No alarm hollering at me like it had been personally offended. No shoes needing to be found in a panic. No coffee being gulped down like medicine. Just me, the morning, and the kind of quiet that…
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Rambling on about reflecting on the day and life in general… Driving home from work tonight, I saw the kind of sky that’ll make a person pull over, hush up, and forget whatever foolishness they were fussing about five minutes earlier. The clouds were all lit up by the sunset, stretched across the heavens like…
Dirt Road Therapy 