Category: Dad
On regaining control Realizing I had an addiction to scrolling mindlessly on Facebook, I decided to stop looking at it for awhile. Not only did I spend significant time …
I was acutely aware of my need for my dad to stay, and yet I was grateful, even jealous, of the peace he had finally achieved. Philippians 1:23-24 “For …
All week I had anticipated today, but then I didn’t remember the significance of the day when it arrived. I didn’t remember until my mom mentioned it on our …
Every time I post on my blog I think, “I’ll post again right away maybe even tomorrow, but for sure by next week.” Then perfectionism and real time responsibilities …
Before losing my dad I had never considered having a relationship with a deceased person. It seemed obvious and logical that once the person was gone, the relationship ended. …
It’s been six months and a week or so since my Dad passed away. Just after school ended last May, I packed a large suitcase and took my …
I imagine the men standing in the bottom of this boat still, silent, resolute. They are sure of their task and unflinching. They don’t give the orders; they …
“Abrígame Señor” was written on the Snoopy pin he gave me in highschool. “Cover me, Lord,” it meant, or keep me safe, keep me warm. I put …
As a writer, a wanna be writer, a wanna be book author, a blogger, a person living out many of the common human experiences, I think often of how …
I told my mom if someone was writing a blog like this, I would read it. Why? Why read something so downhearted? So fixated on one aspect of life? …
