I recently read an article about a couple whose gender reveal party didn’t go as planned. The balloon store made an error. They used bright, mixed balloons instead of pink or blue. The mother-to-be ends up in tears and the father-to-be begins cursing. They rectify the situation, and re-enact the scene with the correct color […]
Questions about suicide fly around my office more often than ever before. Big, round, bumble bee questions that have nowhere to land. They buzz and hum without resolution. Why? Why? Why? Since April of last year, there have been seven student suicides at one high school in Colorado Springs. Seven. It’s horrific and heartbreaking. The […]
I recently watched the HBO series Band of Brothers. From the first episode to the last, it’s difficult to watch and equally as difficult to look away.
One chapter follows Easy Company from mid-December 1944 through January 1945. They are fighting the Germans and brutal winter weather in densely forested terrain. Just after the fierce fighting, the utterly depleted, combat-weary men arrive in Haguenau.
David, a soldier who had been wounded many months before, but is now recovered, meets up with his comrades as they enter the town.
I feel so betrayed. I’m feeling rejected and disregarded. It’s vulnerable to admit, but it’s the truth of how I feel. It feels shameful and painful to not be loved the way I desire to be. It’s not a story I like to share, but I hope it can help others dealing with betrayal.
Last Thanksgiving, I got a baby lovebird named Walter. Walter is bright green, orange, and turquoise. He’s a beautiful, ornery little guy, and I love his tweet-tweet-quack throughout the house.
The ocean is badass. I’m mesmerized by the sun glowing through the turquoise and emerald waves, and the white frosting precarious on the tip of each as they roll in. The extent to which the tide comes so close and then can be so very far away in just a few hours is astonishing.
I’m on my annual trip to the Oregon coast. It’s my happy place. I finally find the little beachy bed and breakfast where I’m scheduled to stay. As I untangle myself from the knees-up-my-nose sized rental car, a puffy eyed man introduces himself. He lumbers down the stairs on the back deck.