It was an inarticulate sorrow that came in waves every other year, but if I am honest, it was one that I had known all my life–not just when I began sharing custody of my children. Loss is difficult. Change is excruciating. Growth hurts. Healing takes time. Establishing tradition was desired and difficult with a…… Continue reading Be The One Time
Divorce has the illusion of being an easy solution for struggling relationships. It appears to be as simple as changing out the curtains in the living room when chevron is no longer trending. There is a dark side of divorce that isn’t displayed in sitcoms and headlines, and it involves a great deal of heartache.…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
hIt was an unexpected statement that left a lasting impression. While pushing the grocery cart and collecting all the necessities, my two young children would engage in ordinary chit-chat. They would occasionally deviate from their conversation to beg for a bag of powdered doughnuts or candy. {Bless all the people that grocery shop with littles…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
Scars get a bum rap in our beauty obsessed culture. Countless remedies exist to reduce the visibility of scars-which underscores how we really feel about them. Here’s the thing, scars are not ugly. Scars are storylines. They imply past wounding and serve as evidence of healing. I have the tiniest scar on one of my…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
I am a survivor of 1980’s train-wreck trends. Some of those include but are not limited to: parachute pants {mine were gray}, a single white glove {thank you, Michael Jackson}, feathered hair, mullets, multiple ear piercings, large Esprit book bags, moon boots, and tight-rolled jeans. Pictures from this decade cause me to cringe and turn…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
Sitting alone and crying was my new normal. Grappling with my “status” consumed me and I didn’t like any of it. Of all the hard things in my life, this was definitely the worst. Divorce was not unfamiliar, but it knocked the wind out of me when it became my descriptor. My silent hopes and dreams fell…… Continue reading Shipwrecked by Status
I have a legit obsession with old doors and windows. When this love affair started I can’t say exactly, but it’s deeply rooted. My eyes are drawn to 8 paned windows, old barn doors, and discarded shutters. If within my sight, they are in my hands and I’m examining the paint while considering all the lovely uses…… Continue reading When Life Leaves You Unhinged
Intimacy frightens me. Being brave–being vulnerable–sharing weakness—no.way. Exposure is scary. Trust is required and I have not been super adept in that department. Beth Moore, in her study Living Free, refers to the “be strong, be independent” philosophy that was authored by satan. The one that sounds like, “no, I’m fine…I can manage this on my own.” Self…… Continue reading Tiptoeing Toward Vulnerability
Alyssa DeLosSantos 