Bring the breaking in me, reduce me to love.
Broken ground is ready to recieve a seed, whereas hard ground can not.
Mothering, a matter of the heart.
I’ll admit, sometimes I get a little irked. Please hear me out to the end though, and hear me with you heart. I see that “Nurses Appreciation Week” is coming up, as well as “Teachers Appreciation Week” and I know there is a celebration of Administrative Assistants that may be stretched a week as well,…
If Only…
These words are the rally cry of the discontent, the co-dependent, and the depressed. I was in a relationship (a million years ago) that gave me a serious case of the “if only’s”. If only my boyfriend was in better health, we would be happy. If only my underage self could hang out at the…
Value wasted
“I could have a real job, get paid and have lunch with adults that appreciate my company” This is something I might have said to my less than appreciative home-school students, maybe more than once. We have all been there. Spinning our wheels, waiting for the ground under us to catch, all the while you just…