Let’s talk about our perfectly dysfunctional lives!
The phrase “home is where the heart is” has always resonated with me. As a kid, I didn’t stay in one house for long. We moved when my parents divorced, when my mom got serious with a boyfriend, again when she broke up with the serious boyfriend, and when a friend of hers offered a … Continue reading Building Home
Some days you need to get through and some days you want to get to.
Check in… because when you can’t anymore, you can’t.
It’s not grateful but sad, it’s grateful and grieving.
Is it the music or the lyrics? Or is it the music and the lyrics? For me it’s always the lyrics. Lyrics have the power to bring me to life, remind me of my past, tell me I’m not alone in the world, and even inspire me. A recent inspiration came from listening to the … Continue reading The Moments Without Proof
Realizing that most things I worry and beat myself up over are out of my control is freeing. Having the understanding that we all have our own lives to live – every one of us in the same boat – figuring it out, gives me a peaceful feeling.
And, although many times I’m left thinking someone has false hope or their situation is hopeless, I also remember that I don’t know better than the hopeful one.
I’ll miss the old times whether we are still in this house or not.
While I was going through this exercise, it sadly occurred to me that, not only are the people gone, but that their memories, the stories that they didn’t tell, are gone too.
As life marches on we forget that time stands still.
Perfect Dysfunction 