“Life is Pain…”

Fear is a four-letter word, but so is Sick. A couple days ago I wrote extensively about Fear and how I want to move from letting Fear drive me to a place where I let Love lead me.  Assisting me in this endeavor is the book Grace for the Good Girl.  I followed along nicely until about halfway through the book.  Now I have hit one of those areas where I might as well bang my head against the wall as understand what the author is writing about.  Maybe this has to do with my internal “stuff” about fear, or … Continue reading “Life is Pain…”

Do Nothing Day

Today is my do nothing day. You see, it’s Monday.  That means our new normal is for my daughter to be away all day in her once-a-week junior high Challenge A Classical Conversations class.  Oh, I have a list longer than Santa’s of things I could be doing around the house, like cleaning closets, organizing drawers, buying groceries, matching socks.  Thrilling, I know. Instead I find myself outside by the pool, soaking in some rays.  Gotta make that Vitamin D somehow, right?  Seriously, though, I’m trying to learn how to stop following all those rules that I set up for … Continue reading Do Nothing Day

Experiencing the Extraordinary

I’m thrilled to announce that God flirted with us and sent a smidgen of rain to our parched landscape yesterday. After days and days and days of searing sunlight, seven hundred twelve degree temperatures and blue skies stretching from horizon to horizon, these clouds were a welcome sight. Hearing the rain splash against the window was another sensory delight…for everyone except Lacee.  It’s been so long since she heard rain, she thought someone must be at the door and went into attack dog mode. Somebody’s got to protect the family from those big scary raindrops! It had been so long … Continue reading Experiencing the Extraordinary

Boarding the (Old Fogey) Bus

When I was a little girl in the late 70s, the yellow school bus picked me up at dark thirty in the morning and bounced me around bumpy country roads before parking at the “bus barn” — a large parking lot next to the high school where the kids transferred from their neighborhood buses to the ones that would then drive them to their respective schools.  De-segretation meant the district no longer had neighborhood schools. But that’s not what I’m remembering today. What strikes me today is the weird feeling I had each morning as I sat in my bus … Continue reading Boarding the (Old Fogey) Bus

From Audie Murphy to Algorithms

I’m beginning to suspect that my child is a mathematical prodigy — at least compared to me! Our second day of seventh grade started out much smoother than our first.  Whereas she likened me to the Wicked Witch of the West for starting school “too early” (public schools don’t get started for another couple of weeks in our state) yesterday, today it was easier to get started on school work.  I guess we had to climb over the mental hump.  Sometimes I think my daughter pretends to hate school because that’s what she thinks she’s supposed to do.  Yet I … Continue reading From Audie Murphy to Algorithms