Kicked By a Mule

“It’s the most amazing thing. She falls in a well, and her eyes go crossed. She gets kicked by a mule, and her eyes aren’t crossed anymore!” Ah, the insight that comes from Classic movies. There is a chance I need to throw myself down a well. Maybe that will shake me up enough to get my head on straight. It’s one of those perfect storms of busy in my life, but there’s nothing left to take out. I’m down to a few things: food, writing deadline, my family, homework, work, sleep, and maybe cleaning. And pants. Ok FINE. I’ll…

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January

Whirlwind has got nothing on us. When’s the last time I cleaned properly? Couldn’t say. Changed my sheets? Probably a couple weeks. Sat face to face with my first husband? Can’t remember. January has a knack for rushing in and sweeping us up, doesn’t it?  A co-worker stopped mid-sentence today and said, “what the heck? Is next week really February?” “Yes. Ridiculous,” I replied wearily.  I’m refusing to believe it just flashed by me. I won’t accept that it whizzed around like one of those janky firecrackers we threw around when I was a kid. I think they were called…

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Blech

I made up that word. It’s the sound I make when something is gross or lame or more than I feel like handling at the moment. It’s the noise in my throat when I hear Beth Moore tell me she waited 16 years between hearing God’s call and finally stepping into it. It’s the sound I feel when I think of my friend’s 17 year old who just arrived to his temporary, but long term, room. In prison.It’s the feeling I have listening to my stomach grumble knowing two of my boys threw up this week (one on the counter.…

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