Tag: shame
-
Broken Is Beautiful
They’re called mother-in-law’s tongue, a green plant that flourishes in Florida. I’ve found it’s something I really can’t kill. My lack of gardening skills has been the death sentence for so many beautiful plants, herbs, and flowers that we’ve attempted to grow. This has thrived. Thriving is proven in the broken pot it was planted…
-
When Words Are Weapons
It wasn’t my finest hour. One of my daughters had come into town for a day, an opportunity that’s always a delight because she lives quite a distance away. It was work-related, so we weren’t going to see much of her. We needed to make the most of our time with her. I didn’t. I…
-
The Beet Went On
My friend Kourtney is a busy woman. With a husband and three sons and a job she enjoys, she manages to fill her days moving at near the speed of light. Until she couldn’t. Dashing through the grocery store to pick up food for her family, she rounded the produce aisle of a national store…
-
We All Have A Hidden Closet
I’m not fond of opening that door. If I need to, I close my eyes so I don’t have to look. Seeing what it is brings nothing but guilt for not dealing with it, and shame for letting it become what it is. I’m talking about our toy closet. When the kids were little, we…
-
The Pendulum Can Be A Pit
Growing up in the Midwest, winters were bitterly cold and snow was the norm. I loved being outside, ice skating, sledding, snowball fights. Shoveling snow? Not so much. In the evenings, when darkness fell quickly, my twin sister and I would play in our basement. Dad had rigged a swing down there–we had the space…
Tip of My Iceberg 