Monthly Archives: November 2008

My wonderful husband is a bigamist.  He now claims to be married to two women.  Me.  And the one that can write. I’ve written for my supper over the years.  In my corporate roles, running operations, communication was vital, and I excelled at adding a soupcon of joie de vive in an otherwise stultifying array of memos, specifications, and reports. He acknowledges all this, but still says it doesn’t count. I don’t tell stories well. I forget details pivotal to comprehension.  I forget punch lines.  I sling off to a tangential topic and forget to leave a breadcrumb trail by …

Thank you for loving me, and letting me know you as Savior, King, and Lord. Thank you for watching over me, even when I rejected your love. Thank you for not giving me over to my sin. Thank you for the fresh breath of each shiny day. Thank you for the blessing of my wonderful husband and son. Thank you for my loving parents, who first taught me about you. Thank you for the delightful menagerie of my siblings. Thank you for dear sweet friends that love me as I am, but still expect me to fly-right. Thank you for …

I don’t feel well today. I have a groggy head, a snuffy nose, and a throat that burns. When I feel like this, it’s difficult to remember what healthy feels like. I tend to normalize my affliction. In many ways, this coping mechanism is a blessing. It allows me the grace to accept loss and find a path on which to continue. The alternative is a system-wide shut down, such as when I had bronchitis, or when I ate the bad sandwich and simply could not function. But pain can also seep into the cracks. I can absorb it in …