I have always been scared to write. The odd thing is, the more I write the less fearful I become. In evaluating my life, I believe I have figured out where this fear comes from. The fear comes from people telling me over the years that what I wrote did not matter. That I couldContinue reading “Write, write, write.”
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Freedom Is Not Free
My Son wildly claps his hands and says “Boom.. boom!” and he owhhs… and ahhhs… as we watch the fireworks from the balcony of our one bedroom apartment. Here I am reminded that freedom is not free and we are not done fighting for it yet. How can you be free when your husband andContinue reading “Freedom Is Not Free”
A Wise Man
A wise man once told me to fight like hell, follow your dreams, and never give up. That wise man was my Grandfather. I miss him very much. He always gave me good advice. Some of that advice I didn’t understand tell I was much older. Things My Grandfather Told Me 1. Never Go toContinue reading “A Wise Man”
Laughs, Giggles and Playtime!
My husband was getting ready to leave for work tonight. My son looks at him and pulls at his scrub top, and he begins to giggle and squeal. I don’t think he wants Daddy to leave. I don’t either. I look at my Husband. This man who works many sixteen hour days. A man IContinue reading “Laughs, Giggles and Playtime!”
Generation to Change a Nation
I am driving home through the hills of Appalachia. I am reminded what beauty our great ancestors saw in this country. It must be the beauty I am seeing now. Water droplets have just fallen along these hills and heavily wooded areas. The sun is setting and is heating the water droplets. The waterContinue reading “Generation to Change a Nation”
The Calling
We are all called to do things in life. Some people are called to be priests or missionaries. I was called to be a Nursing Assistant. I was reminded today, of all the reasons why became one. As I help these people with their daily care, they tell me of their interests. They also reflectContinue reading “The Calling”
Hey you! Behind that desk, are you happy now?
I see you everyday I work. I come in at six a.m. and I leave at two p.m. You.. yea, I’m talking to you… hiding behind that desk. I’m not blind. I see you are on salary. You make up your own hours. You don’t care. Sometimes you come in at 8 a.m. It’s usuallyContinue reading “Hey you! Behind that desk, are you happy now?”
Snapshots of a Life 