I’m not a terribly nostalgic person. I appreciate memories of past events, places, and experiences, but I don’t typically yearn for the former. There’s a distinct difference between looking back, and longing to go back. Rarely do I long to go back. We had snow in South Texas in twenty seventeen. Real snow is a…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
Christmas is my favorite time of the year. Despite difficult relationships, circumstances, and emotions, the season offers a renewed sense of hope and wonder. There is a mix of mystery and whimsy that begins budding and stirs memories as soon as the Thanksgiving meal ends. I delight in remembering the time at my grandparent’s house…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
I have a hard time throwing things away. I don’t think I’m hoarder status, but I can certainly justify keeping all manner of strange things. I was feeling particularly conflicted last week about the beautiful pumpkins occupying space on my porch steps and dining table. The season had passed, but goodness I didn’t feel good…… 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
Whales intrigue me. Just ask my family, my favorite pastime is whale watching. Their behaviors and instincts fascinate me because they create amazing backdrops for life lessons. Whales follow a specific pattern {a rhythm, if you will} that I would like to emulate. Whales feed in the cold waters of Alaska before making a six-week…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
Words are my jam. Lyrics, novels, hand-written letters, journaling, and analogies are among my favorites. The ones kindly spoken and those that inspire healing, their power leaves me awed. Words are carriers of healing and conduits of hurt. We have the ability, with very little effort, to build up or destroy. What a responsibility we…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
I love music. Seasons of my life are marked off by specific songs and hearing them can immediately usher me back to the skating rink, fairgrounds, or summer tour road trip. Growing up, my sister often expressed her disbelief about the number of lyrics I retained. Because music was my path to healing, lyrics were…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
Several years ago, we were evacuated from our home. In the thick of a significant drought, with grass resembling hay and crunching under foot like a fall leaf, our area was desperate for rain. Many grass fires had already been extinguished, so when I saw the smoke rising I immediately knew. It started with just…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
Wearing a disguise, pretending to be someone/something else, and escaping the ordinary daily routine was my favorite part of Halloween as a child. The distinct scent of plastic costumes was second only to the smell of a new iron-on t-shirt from Peggy’s Top Shop. Along with my sisters, we collected candy in pillowcases, stayed out…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
I stink at math. I google math answers for my 11-year-old son, y’all. I may have taken pre-Algebra a couple or so times before I scored high enough to pass the class. Math makes me want to curl up in a ball and cry for days. This is NOT an exaggeration, just ask my oldest…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
Alyssa DeLosSantos 