Get What You Deserve: The Penance Jackpot!
I just had this penance conversation with the vandals, our 3 and 5-year-old sons. Me: CHARLIE?!?! What happened to your lip??! Charlie: Sam punched me in da face. Me: SAM?!?!? Charlie: It’s ok mommy, herms had enuf of me. Sam: ya… I told herms to stop. Charlie: ya… herms told me a bunch of times…
Astonishing Technique to Escape the Bondage of a Terror Mindset
I am different, I am no longer in bondage to a terror mindset. And not different than the usual different, like my wayward “just the nougat” Snickers eating, fear of egg-salad and passionate partiality for all things Sharknado; but a different kind of different. I have peace. I have never had peace. This post will…
Astonishing Technique to Escape the Bondage of a Terror Mindset
I am different, I am no longer in bondage to a terror mindset. And not different than the usual different, like my wayward “just the nougat” Snickers eating, fear of egg-salad and passionate partiality for all things Sharknado; but a different kind of different. I have peace. I have never had peace. This post will…
How to Achieve Health and Happiness in ONE Easy Step
Health and happiness. Two things I often attribute conditional… one to the other. My post yesterday had me thinking about another aspect of my time in Venezuela and an open-air hotel room on the coast. Two rooms, one for my parents and one for my sister and myself, my dad told us we could pick…
A Rose by Any Other Name Is Still Not Craig
My son John has a friend named Craig. They have been friends for a few years. I only recently met him in the flesh. He and John’s other friend, Jack wandered through the kitchen in search of cheese-foods and fuzzy beverages. I recognized everyone but the lanky blonde. “Hello.” I quipped. “Hello,” he stuck his…
A Rose by Any Other Name Is Still Not Craig
My son John has a friend named Craig. They have been friends for a few years. I only recently met him in the flesh. He and John’s other friend, Jack wandered through the kitchen in search of cheese-foods and fuzzy beverages. I recognized everyone but the lanky blonde. “Hello.” I quipped. “Hello,” he stuck his…
Excuses, Excuses: Escaping Condemnation – Rejoicing in the Freedom
Excuse me… The dog ate my homework. It’s not you, it’s me. My alarm clock didn’t go off. The list of excuses is exhausting. And… who am I fooling? Myself? No. But, all excuses aside, my floors are disgusting. And yeah, I can’t vacuum because my son ran over my vacuum cleaner. He asked to…
Excuses, Excuses: Escaping Condemnation – Rejoicing in the Freedom
Excuse me… The dog ate my homework. It’s not you, it’s me. My alarm clock didn’t go off. The list of excuses is exhausting. And… who am I fooling? Myself? No. But, all excuses aside, my floors are disgusting. And yeah, I can’t vacuum because my son ran over my vacuum cleaner. He asked to…
It’s a Shame You’re Enormous, You Have Such a Pretty-Face…
Ah… pretty-face syndrome. It’s a blessing and a curse. Although, of all the cruel things ever said to me the one that still reverberates in my soul took place at a summer camp where I worked after high school graduation. A young girl name Twyla, with a gift for saying everything inappropriate, was hanging on…
Mercy, Grace and the Wall-Eyed Fit!
Our foster-love has entered into the broad world of the wall-eyed fit. We have epoxy-stained concrete floors in our house. It only took a couple times for her to rethink throwing her entire body weight onto the floor and screaming her head off. It hurts, so the effectiveness of showing her frustration was overruled by…