dancing through life – on broken feet
tales of a jesus-loving writer, her adorable little fam jam, the world's most fabulous weenie dog, grace, travel, love, life, and dealing with a rare and incurable autoimmune disease.
So, this happened on Saturday. And I knew it was close - as I had just done an Instagram post a few days ago to my sober sisters about just how damn close I came to not making it here. Just for a minute. Just because my soul was really really effing tired. But it... Continue Reading →
You will come to know things that can only be known with the wisdom of age and the grace of years. Most of those things have to do with forgiveness. - Cheryl Strayed Plenty of humans are monstrous, and plenty of monsters know how to play at being human. - V. A. Vale For many... Continue Reading →
to tell the truth to tell it all in all its beauty in all its pain in all its vulnerability in all its loneliness even if it blows up the world your world go build a new one a brighter one speak your truth paint your truth sing your truth write your truth dance your... Continue Reading →
Shortly after midnight last night, this popped up on my phone: Going alcohol free is still absolutely one of the best decisions I have ever made. My second year of sobriety has been a been a beautiful one for sure, with adventures great and small. I've been on some wonderful road trips: And... Continue Reading →
It was a busy weekend in the Hippie Hut. On Friday, my better half and I went to visit our family and just had a wonderful day with them. ❤ Then. . . On Saturday, my bestie, Al, my daughter, Sara, and I loaded up for our long-awaited trip to Atlanta to hear Nadia Bolz-Weber... Continue Reading →
First, let me say that I am not on a morbid kick. It's just that when I watched the Ram Dass documentary I wrote about in my previous post, at the end of it, Netflix recommended another short documentary - about 40 minutes - called "End Game" exploring end of life care, that was filmed... Continue Reading →
The other day, we ran out of LaCroix in the Hippie Hut. This. Does. Not. Happen. It's a Four Alarm Situation. When I went to Publix - in a hurry, the Lord had graciously provided a buy one/get one sale (to ease my pain from having run out, I'm sure), so I bought four cases and... Continue Reading →
As I posted a few days ago, come hell or high water, my daughter and I were determined to make it to a rally for our Democratic candidate for Senate, Doug Jones, in our statewide special election. Since many of my readers aren't from my state, Alabama, let me give just a quick overview of... Continue Reading →
And from His fullness we have all received grace upon grace. - John 1:16 In the midst of a serious funk, I got this notification on my phone: Six months alcohol free, thanks be to God. Honestly, in many ways, this has not been my favorite week: a lot of stress, illness in our house,... Continue Reading →
In my past life, I was a community mental health nurse for a year and a half. We worked closely with the other community mental health centers and substance abuse treatment centers in our area, including the Shelby County centers. Today, I was heartbroken when another friend, who is a substance abuse counselor, posted this... Continue Reading →
