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
I used to dream of being a singer. It started in the early days of my dad’s song leading at church. He would go practice and my sisters and I would assume the stage with our microphone stands. We were good {at least we thought we were good} without microphones or an audience. I’m not…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
4,380. I am not a numbers girl. Numbers are only important to me in terms of the temperature and percentage off sales. I wish I was kidding. I’m not. Last night, that changed a bit. I was invited to speak at a local ministry that has a transitional living center for homeless families. I spent…… Continue reading 4,380 Days of Waiting
The temperature has been unseasonably warm, the mosquitos have yet to die, and I’m feeling out of sorts. You know the times you want to bury your head in the sand and only emerge when everything is right? I am in one of those seasons. I used to think burying your head was a sign…… Continue reading Ever Feel Like Burying Your Head in the Sand?
“Your mom” was a defensive phrase commonly used back in the day. It served to push back any further treading on one’s pride or feelings. Two words without much bite. Often, it was my only comeback, and I’m kind of wishing it could make a comeback. Strange thing to say, I know. But…if that was the meanest thing that…… Continue reading Remember When “Your Mom” Was Your Best Comeback?
Automatic headlights are annoying. I’m convinced they are evil. I’ve had several experiences where a car is blinding me with all the brightness. I’m not talking about cars a mile or more behind me-either. Just last night, while my daughter was driving home, the chap behind us compromised our ability to see with all the brightness. Not exaggerating…promise. Without…… Continue reading Are You a Creature of Habit?
Her words were timely. My week had been difficult {read as super crappy and therefore emotional}, and the envelope she slipped in my bag remained buried for a few days. When I reached in, and subsequently pulled out the envelope, I was eager to open it. I had been dancing on the edge of quitting for…… Continue reading Quitting Everything and Faulty Thinking
Inadequacies, mistakes, failures and fears regularly find their way into my thoughts. Not measuring up—not being enough—have been reoccurring thoughts for as long as I can remember. They are so familiar they can creep in and linger undetected. In elementary school I distinctly remember wanting to read, write and draw like Grace Su. She could do…… Continue reading Play Your Note
Ordinarily–I try to sit close to the front to optimize my attention and minimize my distraction. On occasion-due to tardiness, or a full house-I don’t have the benefit of sitting close. This past weekend, as I climbed the steps of the bleachers, I just knew I would miss the message because I’d be “busy” watching pedestrians en route to the bathroom…or…… Continue reading A Beautiful Distraction
Alyssa DeLosSantos 