I sat across the table from a gentleman with slumped shoulders and a cardigan. He wore his more than 80 years on his wrinkled face. Beside him was another similar-looking man who was putting ketchup on his onion rings, and beside him was a grey-haired woman. The seats at our rectangular table were full ofContinue reading “Tell Me A Story”
Category Archives: Perspective
What A Mess.
I jolted upright in my bed awakened from a deep sleep by the sound of crying. I clumsily got up and walked down the hall in a stupor. The crying was coming from the Pepto Bismol pink bedroom of my girls. As I entered I continued to hear wailing sounds, saw two pj clad girlsContinue reading “What A Mess.”
One In A Million.
My son’s bus came to a sliding stop this morning on the ice rink/road near our home. As my boy started to make his way up the steps and on to school, I jokingly reminded him of his teacher’s name. I was only half-kidding. Due to snow and cold weather our local schools have beenContinue reading “One In A Million.”
What Are You Wearing?
When I was pregnant with my second child, my son was about three-and-a-half years old. And you know what they say about kids that age… “Inquiring minds want to know.” Right? Karson had all kinds of questions about the baby that was soon to be joining our family. One day he asked me what kindContinue reading “What Are You Wearing?”
One of my Worst Moments
It is one of the worst moments of my life. I was six days shy of my eleventh birthday and, as my six-year-old brother would say later, though the day was called Good Friday, it wasn’t a very good day for us. Instead, there we stood in a sterile hospital room with our dad. WeContinue reading “One of my Worst Moments”
The Dash
April, 2016 This month I will receive my first paycheck in almost 12 years. I started working part-time as a grant writer for a non-profit (FCA.) I’m excited to be able to use writing to help raise money for a ministry that I care about, all while working mostly from home. The decision forContinue reading “The Dash”
I Don’t Want To Let Go!
Hi. My name is Christy and I struggle with letting go. Hi, Christy. I mean, I get excited about new things, but I don’t like having to let go of what is familiar and comfortable and safe. Change can be scary, particularly if there are unknowns ahead. Like, if I can’t picture what my routineContinue reading “I Don’t Want To Let Go!”
A Delicate Balancing Act
There has been something on my mind lately. I feel as if I’ve been performing a mental balance beam routine with my thoughts. My virtual ankles are starting to ache. I’m striving to find the rest that comes with steadiness and control, but it seems I continue to wobble, even if only in my mind’sContinue reading “A Delicate Balancing Act”
A Thanksgiving Dinner
As a guest blogger for Riley Hospital for Children, where our son received treatment for cancer as a small child, I’ve been asked to write about a variety of topics. Recently I was asked if I could write something for the hospital to post on Thanksgiving Day. I thought about it for awhile and thenContinue reading “A Thanksgiving Dinner”
Do what?
He stared at me, waiting for an answer. I hesitated. His pencil remained poised in his hand, ready to fill in the blank. I hesitated some more. “I don’t know,” I said, “what do you think I like to do?” My son shrugged and said, “I don’t know either but I have to write something.Continue reading “Do what?”
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