I have these regrettable memories of a tubby, ostracized classmate of mine from 2nd or 3rd grade. Charles was a fairly good-natured boy who, unlike the other kids, was heavy, clumsy and wore tacky cowboy boots every day. But like every other kid, Charles just wanted, no - needed, friends to play with. Instead, we were cruel to "the fat kid." We'd run away from him when he came near. We'd kick him from behind, unprovoked. And on the rare days we were generous enough to let him join in our play, we'd give him the unwanted role - always "it," the chaser. I don’t recall us ever allowing him the … [Read more...]
Wanderlust and Dreams to Travel
This guy. I have a dream. I have a dream that some day, before it's too late, he'll be bit too. Bit by that stubborn li'l wanderlust bug that bit me as a young woman. And never let go. That some day we'll have the time and means and freedom to travel the world. To see and set foot on as much of Creation as we can before leaving this earth. Some day. Before the wrinkles already forming around our eyes and on our foreheads grow too numerous to count. Before we're too old and feeble to enjoy it with gusto and a spirit of unstoppable adventure. Before God calls us Home. Even knowing that … [Read more...]
A Blogger’s Dilemma
So frustrated. And torn. Haven't been able to write lately because I've been too busy hitting the backspace button. A whole mess of stories centered around relationships and interactions with girlfriends, in-laws, DH and the kids have been started and scrapped. For no matter which way my fingers run on the keyboard, they inevitably hit a cross-road that confronts any writer sharing the more intimate, reflective and normally private parts of his/her life with the world. You see, I want to write about the hardest lessons and most sensitive topics that life's circumstances, choices and … [Read more...]