courage

Today, while spending two hours in the laundry room while half asleep, I started contemplating what it means to be courageous. Courage, in my experience, has been equated with facing your fears and taking chances. Pretty simple, right?  Read More »

I was wrong. I don't know about everyone else, but it's definitely the hardest sentence for me to say. I have no problem saying that I'm sorry. I probably even say it too much. The probably comes with those, "I'm sorry, but....[insert lame excuse here]." I have a bad habit of becoming defensive when someone (my husband usually) calls me out on something I've said or done wrong.  Read More »

I was a huge idiot last week and just wanted to share the story. I posted about my crappy childhood and my mom found it. I told her that I had a new blog, but I totally didn't foresee the consequences of my actions. She created an account, read one of ediblewoman's posts and semi-bashed me in doing so.  Read More »

The "theme" for me this week seems to be courage. Situations and people have come into my life with this prominent "topic" at hand. Patiently, I have sat back and observed (even participated) in the act of courage. I have faced unanswered questions to a lingering and serious health issue. I have addressed and faced personal emotional questions that relate to past and present relationships.  Read More »

The time: 1943
The place: The mountainous village of Le Chambon-sur-Lignon, part of German-subdued France.

Hitler is lapping up frothy pools of power; innocent blood has become a substitute for rain water; fear governs.

And Le Chambon could care less.  Read More »

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