I awoke to rumbles of thunder outside my bedroom window in Katy. It was the last time for me to wake up here. I feel perfectly neutral about this mile marker. The house is a part of my life in Katy where I will shut the door and not think about it again, even though … Continue reading homeless limbo for a homemaker
Most of the anxiety I get about moving is all the build up that happens just before the crew arrives at my door. The guys showed up at nine and there were eight of them. After they covered the floors and got the tour with instructions, they went to work opening cabinets and taping boxes. … Continue reading True Love
Twenty-one years ago I awoke to welcome a special day, and though I had a glimmer of that feeling this morning when I sat up and remembered the packing crew begins the mess today, it was nothing like the feeling I had at 22 knowing I was going to marry Craig that evening. Here’s a … Continue reading Anniversary Woes and Consolations
I’m looking for the humor in everything lately, just to help me smile and laugh through this difficult week of moving and parting. The small truck I feel crushing me and shortening my breath is having to admit we aren’t here any longer. We can return, but we aren’t h e r e. Then, of … Continue reading I struggle with adversity- because- I am American!
I’m taking a break from my life and all the gusting drama blowing around us because happy times are occurring in Uganda at the orphanage with the children there. Shifting focus on them is a welcome diversion. They are in school at this time of the year. Phiona goes out to visit them three evenings … Continue reading Chickens are laying eggs at the orphanage!
All my confidence and positive attitude towards moving went down the drain yesterday morning, only hours after I wrote the true and shining report that I was so ready to move from Katy to San Antonio into my new home. I forgot that moving is not just a physical condition. I am smarter than that, but … Continue reading I am not as strong as you think.
Yesterday I awoke to take my coffee in ocean breezes serenaded by the strong crash of waves with a view of the sun rising over the ocean. I had to say good-bye, but it was a quick one, void of the usual sentimentality I often linger around when I’m dragged away for another year from … Continue reading coming home is no longer home