I have a terrible memory. I forget birthdays. I miss doctor’s appointments. I misplace my keys. I know that I have a mind like a sieve, so I employ several things to encourage me to remember — calendars, alarms, apps all dispel the fog in my cloudy brain. Organizing my life helps me to function…
Photo Credit: Anja Osbenberg, via Pixabay I spent about two hours today trying to order a resource from a publishing company for one of the adjunct instructors I oversee at the college. Two hours with little success. My original contact informed me via e-mail that he had been re-assigned and was no longer…
Photo Credit: Miguel Palomino, via Pixabay Some days, I want to hide. I want to turn off my phone and delete all my e-mails. I think about how wonderful it would be to say goodbye to all the ugly. Some days, it’s hard to face the unlovely. But then, I remember. I remember…
Photo Credit: Simon Steinberger, via Pixabay I watched a memorial service online this week. I did not attend the actual service several months ago because I’d cried through a few too many funerals in 2014, and no one would notice if I missed this one. As I watched, I felt compelled to pick up…
Photo Credit: Anja Osenberg, via Pixabay Some days, I am weary. I am weary of crying out about the same things. I’m weary of not seeing any progress with my earthly eyes. Some days, I want to give up the fight. Are my prayers really making any difference? My thoughts begin to race with…
Photo Credit: Jimmy Dominico, via Pixabay I learned to swim when I was 10. I had begged my parents for the lessons for weeks. Mom researched summer programs and found one that worked with her schedule. So one fateful July afternoon, she took me to the YMCA for lesson number one, and I enthusiastically…