Sticking Together

In life, there’re many types of glue: people; laughter; friends…and over the past month, Katie and I’ve learned a lot about the friendship one.

Since we’ve been in Texas, it’s been rough for a few reasons, but none of them are as important as what we’ve discovered along the way. Continue reading

Community Breaks Down Walls

[Written on July 22nd. Normally, I’m better at keeping up with my website, but the day before I wrote this (so Thursday, 7/21/16), we “finally” got a dining room table, so Friday, Saturday, and Sunday were late-night game nights, and the lack of sleep threw me off, so today, I’m catching up with you (or allowing you to catch up with me).]

Walls…they’re good for supporting a home, protecting, and dividing, but they’re also good for separating. Continue reading

“Rear-view Mirror”

things I WON’T miss in Texas

my loud abusive neighbors
their dog
traffic
cost of living
paying rent
my loud abusive neighbors

I’ll miss Kyle
my time with ALL my kids
our game nights
the weather
people I’ve known
what my eyes are used to

I know we’ll make new memories
I know Kyle will visit
I know things will be amazing

don’t make this more than
it is
a poem

“Yesteryear”

a year that held
so much for me
so much to remember
and grow from

it was the year
of many beginnings
and some endings
a year of growth
and struggling

of writing my first poem
and then four hundred more
of writing thirty songs
some to music
of starting a business
walking away from a job

spending more time with
my kids
the ones who matter most

spending time with the youth
with the homeless
with good friends

so much to hold onto
so much to let go of

and all of it experienced
through God’s heart

“For Them to See”

it’s sometimes hard
to read other’s pain
of losing a loved one
at Christmas time

I have moments
of maybe I shouldn’t have joy
like maybe I should
withhold my memories

but life isn’t comparison
of what I have and you don’t
or what you have and I don’t
life is about living and loving well

to be love for those around you
strengthening their being
to change the world
around them

for wherever they step
to remember the times
of laughter
of love
of moments

no one can take
what’s inside
no one can shape
what’s been formed

to love my kids every moment
and be love that they can see
makes a difference
that changes the world

Dinner’s Done

In the beginning of my recovery through AA, I’d felt I’d finally made it “home.” Everyone accepted me, loved me, remembered my name. It was so good. I loved going to meetings and acted a certain way there, which the kids rarely saw at home.

I remember times when the kids would say, “You need a meeting,” and I’d usually leave to go to one. By the time I came back, I was in a good mood, ready to be a mom. That lasted for years, until I really surrendered to God. Continue reading