A couple Sundays ago, Tony and I had a date night. We were looking forward to having a little dinner after a long week with 5 blending kids home over Thanksgiving break. Lord, have mercy! So, we settled on a quiet, little, quaint restaurant called, “Red Robin,” (how we ended up there, I’ll never know), with a drink menu in front of us. And in that moment, a drink sounded pretty relaxing and adult.
If Disney World is supposed to be the “happiest place on earth” then someone should’ve told that to the lady who WENT OFF on the workers at Hollywood Studios’ Toy Story ride. We were jammed in line for what seemed like FOREVER because the ride broke down when we were smack in the middle, noContinue reading “Observations About the Happiest Place on Earth”
This has a link to my latest talk on how life keeps changing. I am personally not very good at change. Sometimes, even though there are great things ahead, I can want to hold on to hard, old circumstances, because that seems more comfortable than trusting God with new, changing circumstances.
New post about a book we loved reading!
Showing up means by loving and serving one another during trials and the ripple affect is unimaginable! #justshowupbook @jillLynauthor #mundanefaithfulness
My husband was sick this week. I mean, the kind of sick that took him completely out of commission for at least three days. When I told another guy that Scott was down for the count he said, “Oh, mate — he’s got man flu!” (The guy’s British. Everything sounds believable when delivered with a British accent.) I rolled my eyes. Say what?? Yeah, the guy says this is a real thing. Men get hit harder than women. Reeeeaaaaallly…..? Insert another eye roll.
I think I might try to write this blog, mostly in pictures, with just a little background. Leah is my almost seven year old. She was barely four years old when Dave died. She is my child with a fair amount of Scandinavian blood coursing through her veins, based on her propensity towards remaining stoic,Continue reading “Dave Dad, Tony Dad, and Leah Story Kate”
Of course there need to be guidelines for social media and technology use, but the reality is that even if I buckle down like it’s Fort Knox, the minute he walks out the door there’s a whole buffet of opportunities waiting for him on the devices in his friends’ hands — in carpools or walking around school — to play or see or do whatever!
He listened and then he looked me straight in the eye and said, “Mom, what are you really afraid of?”
I knew it was now or never. I had to come clean.
When I write, I usually have landed on a definitive point. There are zero landing points in my life right now. I’m in a lot of unchartered territory with no bull’s eye to even aim towards. Step parenting . . .don’t even get me started. I have NO CLUE what I am doing. Do IContinue reading “On Being a Remarried Widow”
So lately when I hear myself say “All I Can Do Is Pray,” a lot about my current state of faith is revealed….
“A couple of months ago, a friend looked straight across the table at me through her gorgeous African American eyes and said, “How do you, a white woman, expect to raise a black man in America?”
I swear to you, in that moment, my heart galloped. I honestly had NO IDEA what to say. My mind went dark and I began to blubber and stutter and, honestly, question the entire call. Who am I?”