The last time I laid eyes on my daddy was a Monday afternoon, June 21, 1994. He came to take me to lunch at Western Sizzlin' in Bedford, Texas. He lived in Dallas, and I lived in Fort Worth, but I worked in Bedford. I was 26 years old and 7 months pregnant with myContinue reading "Never in a Million Years"

Weeds really can be a nuisance. I have endless stickers in my yard that through the years have caused much frustration in my life. My 6 year old granddaughter always asks when she comes over if there are stickers in the house because she has stepped on a few. How do we deal with theContinue reading "In the Weeds"

Feeling a bit lackadaisical about writing lately, so I owe my readers an apology. It has been an exhausting month. Sometimes you must get in the car and just drive. In other words, put one foot in front of the other, move forward without questions or distractions, hang out with yourself and do one taskContinue reading "Life is a Highway"

A Trauma Response? Talking about our trauma is important.  However, it does make people uncomfortable. I would really like to change that narrative. We hide trauma behind many things because truth might hurt others, or you might have to admit it happened to you and we carry a lot of shame. So many reasons. HowContinue reading "Busy, Busy, Busy"

Sounds. Have you ever stopped and considered the noises around you and how they relay emotion? Or how you respond to them? It is a good practice in learning to understand your emotional responses especially in finding healing from trauma. There are sounds that I am conditioned to that fade away in the backdrop ofContinue reading "Reframe What You Hear"