The Story of Me, Part IV

It wasn’t a literal journey. It was a journey of the heart. A journey to deal with the death of the future I thought I wanted. It should have been a joyful and bright time in my life. I was just graduating from college, but life wasn’t panning out how I’d expected — at all.…

The Story of Me, Part III

The dark, mournful, mostly unknown story of me, continued. Keep reading. It gets happier! I found people who would sit and listen. People who could discern when they needed to speak and offer wisdom or verses or song lyrics, and when they just needed to hug me and offer tissues. I am so thankful for…

The Story of Me, Part II

2006. Not the best year of my life. I was dealing with multiple losses. Broken relationships. Broken expectations. Broken dreams. I was drowning in sorrow. And it seemed like no one knew it. I tried to let it out bits at a time and, more often than not, people would pat me on the back,…

The Story of Me, Part I

A few months ago I was given a difficult assignment. “Make a collage that represents your life and important relationships in your life.” Armed with glue sticks, scissors, and oodles of magazines I was challenged to create a scene of me. Others at the retreat went to work immediately seemingly knowing exactly what they were…

Holey Lessons

I learned a valuable lesson from my sock today. Here’s my story: I found a pair of work shoes I’d forgotten I had last week. They were in good shape, and felt way more comfortable than I remembered. I thought I’d struck gold! New, comfortable shoes, right there in my closet! Why had I buried…

Smart, Funny or Beautiful?

“Fluffy, big-boned, hefty, heavy-set, solid, thick, well-nourished, overweight, big girl.” Everyone has their euphemisms for what’s really going on. And I was tired of it. I was tired of being unable to keep up physically. I was tired of being unable to shop in the misses department like my slender, petite friends. I was tired…

Bam!

I feel like Emeril. Concocting something delectable that others can enjoy. But I’m not making a meal for you all; I’m writing a story. I try to practice my craft independently of recognition. Some posts that seem to get fantastic traction are the ones I spent just a moderate amount of time on. Whereas others…

Sweaty Handshakes

Caught your attention, eh? My day was full of nervous laughter, trembling fingers and sweaty handshakes. I was asked to be on a panel of interviewers to assess applicants to the Master’s of Occupational Therapy program at a local university. First of all, the applicant pool was rather impressive. Smartly dressed. Well-spoken. Passionate students. But,…