October 15, 2016
Alcoholic Parents, Family, Personal Growth, Recovery
healing, Health, Mental Health, motherhood, parenting, recovery, truth
Over the years, I’ve heard several women say they had no intention of babysitting if they had grand kids, or even if they already had them. I was mystified. I couldn’t imagine feeling that way, and assumed if I had grand kids wild horses couldn’t keep me away.
Then I had grand kids.
While it’s true that wild horses can’t keep me away and I do babysit every chance I get…I think I now understand why some people avoid their grand babies and choose not to babysit.
The first few months after our first grandson was born in January was such a confusing mix of joy and pain. I couldn’t understand why I felt so much pain and sorrow when I was so excited and happy. More
June 20, 2016
Family, My Journey with God, Personal Growth
Family, finding freedom, gratitude, healing, motherhood, parenting, recovery
Two Grandsons -4 months apart!!!!
Lucas arrived in January to our daughter and son-in-law…
Dawson joined the party in May, to our son and daughter-in-law.
These cousins are so cute, and has this Nana all in a swoon!!!
November 22, 2015
Family, My Journey with God, Personal Growth
Family, Forgiveness, motherhood, parenting
Mom moved into an assisted living facility this month. She turned 90 this year, and she’s been legally blind for several years so it’s probably overdue.
Still, it comes on the heels of me finding out I’ll be a grandma in a few short months.
I feel sandwiched in the middle of two life altering events. Mom easing into her final chapter, my grandson soon to make his debut chapter.
The timing is odd, the emotions hard to describe.
December 20, 2014
Facing Fear, Family, My Journey with God, Personal Growth, Recovery, Trauma
childhood trauma, Christmas Memories, emotional strength, Facing Adversity, facing fear, Family, forgiving dad, Forgiving My Father, healing, Letting Go, Mental Health, recovery, Spiritual Journey, Transformation
Dad’s birthday is today; gone now nearly 5 years, he would be turning 92.
He hated Christmas. Apparently his birthday was forgotten every year in the midst of Christmas preparations when he was growing up. The pain of being forgotten never seemed to leave him. He would not allow us to put up a tree until his birthday had passed, and even then did so grudgingly.
I know now Dad’s Christmas experience is only a tiny window into his life story. More
November 2, 2014
Family, Personal Growth
Family, first day of kindergarten, Growing up in Alaska, personal growth, School Memories
I recently jotted down some memories of my school days in Alaska where the entire school K-12 was about 100 students. Boys routinely brought guns to school for after-school hunting, the basketball team flew to other villages every weekend to compete, being white meant I was a minority, and so much more that used to seem normal to me. I thought I’d share some of these memories with you today. I’d love to hear about your unusual school days, too!
My hometown. Yes that’s the whole town.
Our kindergarten class went to the community library building and all I remember was watching Sesame Street. Our family didn’t have TV and it was a novelty to me. Big Bird was quite mesmerizing! I also remember going to the ‘big school’ down the street and visiting the first grade class. That was exciting! I couldn’t wait to start school.
Though I was thrilled to be in school, first grade is very vague for me. About all I remember is liking my teacher, Mrs. Randazzo.
Mrs. Knapp entered my life for second grade. She was the most magnificent and wonderful person I knew. I simply adored her. She always had a smile and she always made me feel special and smart. All these years later, she told me I was one of four second graders in that class that could read. It explained why I remember being called on to read the script below the silent films we watched sometimes. She had a reading corner with lots of books and cards you could mark off when you finished a book. I couldn’t get enough of reading, I think mostly because she gave me lots of praise and encouragement.
Lynne & Me
July 4th parade
Third and fourth grades were with Mrs. O’Donnell. She was a spitfire and didn’t settle for any nonsense. Tammy was a year older than me and I remember the two of them getting tangled up one time. It wasn’t pretty. Tammy bit Mrs. O’Donnell and all hell broke loose. More
October 5, 2014
Facing Fear, Family, Personal Growth
Bucket List, Facing Adversity, facing fear, Pacific Crest Trail, PCT, personal growth, Transformation
My daughter’s epic summer journey on the PCT ended on September 9th. She hiked from the Columbia River, at the Bridge of the Gods, to Manning Provincial Park in British Columbia. It was done in sections, two alone, one with her husband, and one with her dad.
At the Columbia River, Oregon/Washington Border
Canada Border 507 miles
I dropped her and her Dad off at Stevens Pass on August 26th.
They saw 9 bears between there and the next time I resupplied them at Rainy Pass. More
September 20, 2014
Facing Fear, Family, Personal Growth, Recovery, Trauma
abuse survivor, Adrian Peterson, childhood trauma, Domestic Violence, Facing Adversity, facing fear, Forgiveness, getting help, Greg Hardy, Jon Dwyer, motherhood, NFL, Ray Rice, trauma, truth
It would be easy to make a poster-child of Adrian Peterson.
A powerful man hitting a defenseless child? What a lowlife, coward, and disgrace. Let’s all throw stones at him.
What if Adrian Peterson was simply parenting the way he’d been parented.
How can we be expected to do the right thing if we’ve never been taught what the right thing is?
I am in no way condoning or excusing this behavior, nor that of any version of domestic violence.
But I believe there’s more to the story. Much more.