I sat in the living room early this morning. The house was still dark and silent, except for the sound of a pup chewing a bone at my feet and a few cough, coughs from a little girl echoing from an upstairs bedroom. I opened my laptop, hoping I would find the bravery to write, but knowing...
He grew up Catholic, my Dad. Like, really, Catholic. You know, statue of Mary in the yard, Rosary beads in his mothers hands, alter boy, confession, seven brothers and sisters, Catholic school–he was raised in a Catholic home. And while he and my Mom didn’t raise us in the Catholic church, the foundations and traditions...
Seven years ago I had a simple goal: take a picture every day for a whole year. It seemed simple enough, pick up camera, click button, move along. And then I became pregnant with Meadow. Simple became less simple when morning, noon, and evening sickness stole my motivation, tossing my lofty goals down the toilet....
It’s a conversation I’ve had numerous times over the last several months. I’ve talked about it with Chad. My Dad. My sister. Over coffee with friends. While running side by side with another friend. It’s a conversation I’ve had, again and again, in my own mind-thoughts whirling and swirling and twisting my brain cells until...
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I agree with Missy. And, you inspire me i haven’t picked up a pen in months but you and others who write it out for me to see says”yes, it’s ok, it matteres”. I have signed up for a “writing your memoirs class”. Thank you for putting it out there.
Pat, this just makes my heart so happy. Good for you for signing up for that class–maybe someday I’ll get that brave! Enjoy every second!!
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