You Make A Difference.

No matter what your job title or familial role is, your birth order, your social circle, or your religious views, you make a difference in the lives of others. Every day. With your presence and in your absence. And you will likely never realize how many lives you touched by the time you leave this…

“I know too much now to ever turn back.”

My girl, Brené Brown, published an excellent podcast on shame and accountability back in July. She states in her intro: “…being held accountable for racism and feeling shame is not the same thing as being shamed.” This is it for me. At almost 43 years old, born & raised SMACK-dab in the middle of the…

Right Brain Beauty

My middle child (8 years old) lives in his own world, a world that is much more fun and exciting and downright thrilling than the world most of the rest of us live in. My world operates on a schedule and is filled with tasks. I do enjoy visiting his creative world and it’s quite…

Worth It

Luissa Zissman was shamed back in July for a post she shared on Instagram about how difficult and unenjoyable her pregnancy has been. Some very hurt, grieving, and understandably envious people told her how she should feel and tried to guilt her for expressing her honest thoughts. I immediately took issue with the criticism. I…

Death is the Key to Living

Disclaimer: I am not a licensed professional nor am I an expert on death or grief. The essay below is a personal testimony of my own experiences. If you came to this post because you are grieving, please know I am sorry for your loss. If you are in crisis, please call 800-662-HELP (4357). We’re…

The Day the Lid Was Blown Off

Facebook conversation: Me: “When your gut, instinct, intuition (whatever you call it) whispers inside you, FOLLOW IT. That’s the voice of God.” Friend: “Is it? Or is it yourself having confidence in your ability? Does the feeling have an audible voice? Does the feeling have a sense of touch?” Me: “I am CERTAIN it’s the…

The Party Bus & The Pee

My husband’s department from work rented a “limo bus” (a.k.a., a party bus) for an evening last weekend to look at Christmas lights. My sister-in-law also works there so she and her husband joined in the fun. As we waited for everyone to load the bus, I noticed my brother-in-law step out of the restroom…

The Journey Continues, Even in Silence

Note: This was written at 2AM, December 11th. I had been playing the piano (with headphones) in only the light of the Christmas tree when the urge to write was so strong, I forced myself to just start typing. It’s a nothing piece but everything at the same time.  I can generally categorize any writer’s…

To Hell and Back, Part 1

Originally posted on Nelbell:
As promised, I’ve finally gathered the energy to recap the trip to Colorado that nearly did my family in and explain how it relates to me seeing Adele this summer (part 3). As I write this, my children are safe in their beds sleeping peacefully as if it never happened. The younger one…