• It’s a season…

    How many thousands’s of times have we all heard that? How many billions of times have we said that? Probably too many. I don’t disagree with the figure of speech per se but good golly gosh if it doesn’t feel like this “season” has lasted for years. It is hard and sometimes I want to have a bad attitude about it. I think that frustration at it’s core is a healthy thing to feel when life is putting you through the wringer. I’m in a season of change, like the big scary kind that makes me think yeah season makes sense because broken down it is seas-on and it sure…

  • It’s Not Just You, It’s Me Too

    It’s 10:49 pm and I’m sitting here in the dark twiddling my fingers deciding how to start this. My almost six year-old is snoozing next to me while my almost three year-old is passed out in mommy’s recliner… I’ve never really had a writers bug or an “itch” so to speak. But I do love to talk and share my experiences, especially ones better whispered about in the dark to your best friend. I wanted to write this for you friend. To start I’ll give you as brief of an introduction as possible. I am long winded and tend to ramble and turn one story into at least ten different…