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The Night I Finally Let Go
It’s 8:00 PM — time most people are finally settling down, and tonight was The Night I Finally Let Go. Yes, I let go. Have you ever done that? When the house finally quieted, I stepped onto the balcony with my blanket and my Sweet Tea although I was thinking a glass of Wine or a shot of Tequila might be nice as well. The sky was soft. The air was kind. And I felt myself exhale in a way I hadn’t all day. The missing hour didn’t break me. It reminded me. Reminded me that I don’t have to be perfect. Reminded me that God fills the gaps I…
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The Missing Hour (Keys, Papers, and Letting Go of Perfect)
I don’t know if your home, but you would think the missing Hour (Keys, Papers, and Letting Go of Perfect) would happen much earlier than 9:00 am in my home but it doesn’t that is where the morning tests everything. You may be trying to leave—or finally start your day—and suddenly, nothing is where it should be. I’ve been up for hours and this is when chaos begins. Charlie is getting up and even thought I might have had Coffee he know wants Coffee. Don’t forget the Pizza. The dogs need to go for a walk. Can you do it Charlie in a minute. If we wait the dogs may…
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Renée and Izzy’s story is live!
A coming-of-age novel about the pain of misconceptions and learning from them.When life gives you lemons… Izzy Mom is barely in the grave and the prodigal child is here to pick the bones clean. I don’t want her here. My sister’s defection is a wound that won’t heal, and her return simply rubs at the scabs covering my heart. I’ve managed just fine without her. She can go back to her fancy college and forget about us- that’s what she does best anyway. If only I didn’t need her help. Or miss her so much. Renee The day my dad committed suicide I ran. I’ve been running ever since. Going…
Living a simple lifestyle from the front porch
