My Lenten Experiment, Day 40: The End

It’s hard to believe that tomorrow is Easter. Even harder to believe is that I stuck with this experiment throughout Lent. Though I skipped a total of three days, I wrote on Sundays, which aren’t included in the Lenten count; so, including this post, I wrote 42 essays in the 40 days of Lent. I... Continue Reading →

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Day 38: On My Soapbox

I don’t discuss politics. In my experience, it brings out the worst in people, and - more often than not - the opinions expressed are nothing more than a regurgitation of whatever their favorite news personality has spewed out that day. I would, however, like to discuss health insurance – not in a political, choose-a-side... Continue Reading →

Day 37: Writer’s Block, Day 2

Too many emotions stirred up in the pot. Everything comes out like scrambled eggs. Feeling the pressure to finish this, to see it through to the end, but the words will not come. I’m sad. My dad fell on the sidewalk in front of my house. He has a scrape on his arm the size... Continue Reading →

Day 35: Strength in Weakness

When I was young, I thought I was weak. I felt like I was missing the inner strength that everyone else seemed to have. When I heard of someone who had lost a parent, sibling, or spouse, I would wonder how they were managing to get up every day and go on. I told myself... Continue Reading →

The Dream

After Anna’s stroke, she spent just under seven weeks in a wheelchair. We didn’t know it would be seven weeks, though. The truth is no one had any idea how long her recovery would take or how much she would be able to get back. As I’ve said before, the way I got through that... Continue Reading →

Day 34: Be Strong!

A few days ago, I asked you all to weigh in on what topic you would like to read more of from me. The answers were as varied as the subjects I’ve covered so far, which isn’t a bad thing, I suppose; I guess it means I should just keep writing about whatever comes to... Continue Reading →

Day 33: Will

We had a swing set in our backyard when the kids were little. It was a hand-me-down of my nephew’s. Paul put it up for Easter when Anna was about 18 months old. We had it for many years, until Anna was around seven and Hope was two, when it began to show its age.... Continue Reading →

Day 31: Treasure

The tiny purple wildflowers that grow in the woods by our house have started to bloom. I know this because Hope brought me a bouquet of them the other day. They were so tiny that the entire bunch was pinched between her thumb and index finger, and I had to search for a certain vase... Continue Reading →

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