Category: hope
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My Go-To
Anyone else struggling to get it all done, while actually getting it all done? Honestly, I think the trifecta of colder weather, all-things-holiday, and press of year-end deadlines makes my bed feel extra cozy every morning (read: hard to get out of, y’all). Add layers like missing loved ones and waking up to daily news…
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Been Knew
Hey, 92% Crew. You okay? I know. While all the feels started well before November 5, the last couple of weeks have just been EXTRA. Like collective grief on steroids. The fact is: We’re deeply disappointed. Hurt. Ticked off. But not completely surprised. We been knew. As 92%ers, we’ve heard it all. Been called out…
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Know and Trust
Feeling hard-pressed or stressed? Same. Life has required roller blades lately. And mostly for lovely moments. Ten college applications are now submitted for our high school senior (and to clarify – 10 applications that required at least twice that number of essays). We’ve shown up for loved ones and friends when needed. We voted early…
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Hold On
I’m blessed to have known all four of my grandparents. Poppy Sykes was larger than life, a creative soul whose good-natured pranks made strangers double over with laughter. Grandpa Booker had a gentle spirit and strong hands that worked farmland and mastered carpentry. Before her winter years, Grandma Booker created the most delectable cuisine with…
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Nah-nah-nee-boo-boo
Sometimes, I still say nah-nah-nee-boo-boo. If you don’t know, nah-nah-nee-boo-boo is like a punctuation mark among kids. It’s used to tease or one-up someone else. As in, “I’VE got some ice cream, nah-nah-nee-boo-boo!” Or, “I’m going skaaaaating, nah-nah-nee-boo-boo!” In any case, being on the receiving end of nah-nah-nee-boo-boo usually means pouting faces and frustration.…
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Skip Me, God
Sometimes life comes so fast and furious that I just wanna say: Skip Me, God. Pretty please, with sugar on top. Recently, my hubby and teen were sick-sick at the same time. They felt absolutely awful, with fever, congestion, aches . . . the works. As I jumped into care mode, I was already on…
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Loved
February 14 gets all the attention when it comes to love. No shade, but I’d argue that another day outshines Valentine’s Day for celebrating love. And not the fleeting kind, but the steadfast, love-you-even-if-you-act-a-pure-fool kind of love. There’s a type of love that knows no end or beginning. Love that is secure, unchanging. A sacrificial…
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Still Here
Dad slipped away quietly one year ago today. And, oh, how I miss him. I remember that day in vivid detail. The steady rain. The chill in the air. How I knew he’d passed when hospice’s number appeared on my phone screen. How I let it go to voicemail because I was taking our teen…
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Running
Sooooo, is it just me, or has 2024 arrived with some sass and major attitude? As 2023 faded away, I had high hopes that the new year would at least try to be on Santa’s Nice List for 2024. At least start out on the good foot (nod to The Godfather of Soul James Brown).…
