UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Category: Life

  • Check Your Balance: The Quiet Economy of Your Soul…

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    The Soul Bank: Check Your Balance… A friend of mine from California rang me this morning. Now, she’s one of those people who’ll have you howling laughing one minute and rethinking your whole life the next. And this morning, she casually dropped a line that’s still rattling around my head: “You’ve got to mind your…

  • Things I’ll Never Forget About That Morning…

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    The Stranger at The Funeral – Part 1… The Morning of Dad’s Funeral .. It’s strange, the things you remember from days like that.Not the eulogies or the hymns, but the little things. The things that shouldn’t matter, but somehow do. The morning of my Dad’s funeral, I lay in bed listening to Fanny and…

  • I’m Here. It’s Messy. And That’s Okay…

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    Follow up to my last post : Found Out Like a Stranger.. Some days, life blindsides you. You’re pottering along, minding your business, and then something comes hurtling out of nowhere and smacks you straight in the heart. The other day; was one of those days. I found out my aunt died and was buried…

  • Found Out Like a Stranger..

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    Found Out Like a Stranger… I am angry and sad tonight. I need to vent.. Tonight, I was talking to my neighbor about a death in his family, and while looking up the notice, I found my aunt’s death notice. My actual aunt. My uncle’s wife. A woman who was part of my childhood. She…

  • The Childhood I Forgot…

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    The Childhood I Forgot (for a Reason)… People talk about their childhoods like photo albums. Clear pages filled with birthdays, holidays, games and laughter. Mine? It’s more like fog. Whole chunks are missing. It’s not that I don’t remember anything, it’s that what I do remember, I remember too well. And most of the rest?…

  • A Little Gratitude… and a Lot of Truth…

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    I’ve been told I should be grateful. And I am. Grateful for the roof over my head, for the days I managed to laugh when there wasn’t anything funny about it.I’m grateful for the friends who showed up, the few family members who stayed solid, and for the unexpected kindness of strangers when I needed…

  • The Boss Man, The Mother, and Other Strange Creatures…

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    I want to talk about something that’s been sitting in my head today, and maybe it’ll sit in yours too. Sometimes it’s not the loud arguments or the dramatic events that tell the real story of a family; it’s the small things. The choice of a word. The way a person gets referred to. The…

  • Same Soil, Different Seeds…

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    What Makes People Tick? A Little Chat About Vibes, Wiring, and the Ones Who Just Don’t Get It… Have you ever looked at someone, maybe someone in your own family, and wondered, what on earth makes them tick? I’ve been thinking about it lately. Why do some people move through the world with a sense…

  • When It Unbalances You…

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    You know what frustrates me the most?It’s not the drive-ins.It’s not the spying.It’s not the quiet little power plays people pretend don’t exist. It’s how it makes me feel.How it seeps under my skin, unbalances me, and steals my peace. How I can be pulling weeds, minding my own business, or sipping a cup of…

  • Dirty Laundry? Nah – Just My Truth…

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    So today, I was chatting with a few people about life, you know, the usual mix of good, bad, and bloody ridiculous. My blog came up, as it tends to when people realize I’ve got opinions and, worse, that I’m not afraid to use them. Someone threw a question my way that caught me a…