Behind every win is some sort of loss. You may not see it in others, but it’s there. Sure, the trophy is shiny and catches the eye, but it’s a momentary euphoria. The win is often a summation of losses, heartaches, and victories. You have to push through opposition to get to opportunities. So often,…… 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
It’s no secret that I LOVE bacon. If I make six slices of bacon, I want all six slices. When we are out of bacon, I feel anxious. I’m sort of exaggerating, but not really. As I type these words, I have four packages of bacon in my refrigerator. Please don’t try to fool me…… 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’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 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
Traditions are nice. I appreciate how they offer a baseline for routine, because I love a good plan. Hearing stories of what others do “every year” for holidays is a great instructor for those of us that can’t do the same thing year after year. For some, it’s a matter of distance and finance. For…… 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
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
Alyssa DeLosSantos 