Life Knows How to Throw a Punch
Hi there my friend, I was going to write to you about something totally different. In fact, I was just about to push the send button when something else came bursting through the surface of my mind. It would not relent so I decided to share. Life knows how to throw a punch, a big one. Probably a more accurate statement would be that resistance knows how to hit you hard when you least expect it. I view resistance as the oppositional force, the thing working against you and the good you want to do. There are times it takes...
Pain Can Be A Powerful Teacher
Self-doubt the Dream Crusher
Seasons change and so do we
Recently I’ve become an empty nester, and to say that this has been difficult for me would be a massive understatement. I’ve spent most of my adult life consumed with the glory and struggles of motherhood. The countless baseball games and piano lessons kept me so busy that time just slipped through my grasping hands. I know that a major part of mothering is the day to day routine and care. But now that it’s all come to an end I’ve started asking myself some earnest questions. Did I do enough? Did I do too much? Most days I felt...
More to the Story
Last year my widowed mother spent most of the year battling and then recovering from breast cancer. During the holiday season, I was fortunate enough to reconnect with my grandmother Frances’s last remaining sibling, my great aunt. It was almost like having Frances there with me. We were all connected by our common love for my grandmother. I will be forever grateful for that day. There we were, sitting in my kitchen, four generations of Hamilton women sharing stories, food, and laughter in the effortless way that Southerners do. In the midst of reminiscing about life, the topic drifted to...
Where It All Began
<span data-mce-type="bookmark" style="display: inline-block; width: 0px; overflow: hidden; line-height: 0;" class="mce_SELRES_start"></span> I can’t tell my story without telling the story of my grandmother Frances. Raised during the Great Depression by her grandmother, Frances’s life was not one of fairytales. She married the love of her life, and brought 5 children into this world. She was faithful In the 1950s, through no fault of her own, Frances would end up a single mother. She took on the task of providing for her family as best she could. Frances carried a burden, but her faith would see her through. Years after her death,...