I wrote this on Facebook on June 1, 2016. I’ve been thinking a lot about faith lately. There are 2 “stories” out there that have made me really question: How strong IS my faith? One came from something that was in the news 10 years ago this April. You may or may not remember, but … Continue reading
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Calendars
Per our calendar, our year ended 10 days ago. Per our calendar, we begin a new year. We get a brand new start. My mama moved her office last week, and she gets a new start. That is a good thing. She deserves one. It used to be my parents’ office. I can’t really … Continue reading
Countdown to Thursday
It was the Thursday after the Sunday. Daddy left on June 22. Last year, it was a Thursday. This year, it will be a Friday. Last year, I switched my court week with another judge, so I was on the bench on that Thursday. Last week, I had my June Thursday. I will forever hate … Continue reading
It Hurt
I’ve written about this before, so most of you reading this know (and may have known about this all along…I, for one, did not) that people who suffer from PTSD and anxiety have triggers. Triggers are events that put one back in a moment when he or she initially felt intense fear or sadness or … Continue reading
PTSD: It’s Not Just For Veterans
It feels almost disrespectful to say that I have PTSD. All of my life, I equated Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder with a soldier coming home from war and attempting to live in a relatively safe, uneventful world, but continuing to feel unsafe after seeing and hearing and doing everything he or she saw, heard, or did. … Continue reading
Find Your Tribe
It doesn’t matter than they don’t know exactly how I feel. What matters is they know me. What matters is, they have known me forever, and they know me better than I know me. They have been through the door for so long, they know they never have to knock. What matters is, even if … Continue reading
Are You OK?
Are you ok? People ask me this all the time. To answer, sort of, I usually make some kind of noise and shrug my shoulders. It feels so rude. I hate feeling like I’m being rude, because I don’t think it is “ok” to be rude to people–especially to extremely kind, well-intentioned, loving people. Being … Continue reading
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