Posts tagged friendship
Love Thy Military {or Civilian} Neighbor
May 10th
To my fellow military spouses: Happy Military Spouse Appreciation Day! Thanks to all of you who serve and sacrifice quietly in the shadows. You may not feel like it, but you are brave heroes, warrior world-changers, and tender heart-holders. You are my family away from family, and I love you.
{I’m working on a surprise for you that will be available at the end of the month. Stay tuned!}
If you find yourself living in the same neighborhood as a military family, maybe today is a good day to shower some extra love on them? Below are a few ideas that are never More >
One Thing That Makes All the Difference Wherever You Are
May 9th
I carefully led my toddler boys to an empty square of grass on the patchwork of moms and tiny children, content to sit for as long as my boys would let me. The local Easter egg hunt had been a raving success, so James and Ethan were anxious to explore every bit of their booty. The air wasn’t too chilly, but I wrapped my jacket around me tighter anyway. We had recently moved, and I still felt uncomfortably out of place in our new town.
That’s when I noticed her, the petite blonde holding a cute, wavy-haired little boy who was More >
Keeping It Real
Apr 29th
I threw open my front door this past Saturday and welcomed friends old and new into my home.
I wasn’t the only one, either.
Now just between you and me, a whole lot of my to-do’s for this shindig went undone. I didn’t mop my doggy streaked floors, place freshly laundered rugs and hand towels in the guest bathroom, make my mushroom appetizers, or arrange crafts and ice breakers. I did hang a few Chinese lanterns, fill vases with daffodils and sunflowers, prepare a couple goodies {guests kindly brought everything else}, and set a tea table pretty enough for Princess Kate but laid More >
Redemption of the Pink Hospital
Apr 18th
I held my Daddy’s hand, my brown hair blowing in the breezeway as we walked into my Great-Grandmother Elizabeth’s nursing home. Actually, we didn’t call the bright pink building a nursing home, we called it the pink hospital. I loved visiting Great-Grandmother because she smiled a real I’m thrilled to see you! smile when she saw me, and she generously gave me peppermints from the red antique depression glass candy jar.
But I usually wrinkled my nose at the smell of the pink hospital,?a combination of?Clorox, Bengay, and bathroom stuff.
The place felt like death coming soon.
When Great-Grandmother Elizabeth passed away, so did More >
When An Apology Makes You Drop Your Jaw and Your Cake
Mar 21st
If there’s one place that’s set up to either reject or redeem you, it’s a high school reunion.
By and large, I had a marvelous high school experience. But one blemish that tarnished those years came from picked over middle school baggage that looked something like this:
In 7th grade, Kristen becomes good friends with Girl. Girl and Kristen burn through paper passing notes in class and burn through free time hanging out after class. Some time later, Girl climbs the social ladder faster than Kristen. Girl forgets she knows Kristen altogether.
The scenario above was nothing beyond normal teen girl drama, certainly More >
Because We All Need Someone Who Creates Light and Shows Us Ours, Too
Mar 1st
Rebecca and I stare transfixed by the Thomas Moran painting. I scout out the ceiling above in search of a light shining down, but there isn’t one. The light shines from the painting itself.?An early American artist best known for his paintings of the American West, Thomas Moran painted light and contrast in profoundly unique ways.
How does one use color and tools to create light such as this?
Not only did Mr. Moran posses an amazing talent for painting light, but he was also gifted at removing clutter from a scene so he could paint a landscape’s natural beauty. In the painting More >
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