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Dixie knew she had more light and love to share. But she did not know the way. Like with many things in her life, God gave her too many nudges to ignore.
âOne, two, f-ree, four, nine, ten. Ready or not, Gammie!â bubble from two bright hazel eyes and sandy-brown hair in curly baby piggy-tails. Alice.
OMG Alice sounds like a little doll! Read on for more cuteness!Covid Series 2 of 2. First story here!
Stacey and I get home from Covid testing.
I can’t go anywhere without my pillow, which, to be honest, can be replaced by one towel.
I sat there, in a looks-like-Voldemort’s-Ministry-of-Magic-Boardroom. The third story of a law office in our midwestern downtown. My cold, clammy hands clutched a legal agreement. I looked up from the papers to the outside.
but what does the paper say??? read on, valiant soul!Jason and his wife came over for football. New friends, who live next door, love wine, AND can talk football with my wife? A PANDEMIC MIRACLE. So, we went all out….
(Covid Series 1 of 2. Second Story is HERE)
I cozied into my found-on-the-curb-and-itâs-perfectly-fine-with-two-pillows-see? desk chair. â caff coffee on the candle warmer. Fairy lights twinkling in my Apple Knockers cider jug. My favorite daytime sweatpants, warm out of the dryer. Itâs gonna be a great day.
that sounds lovely! I wonder what happens next? Read on!Placing her hand on my heart.
Stacey: And you need time to see how amazing you are and love yourself, too.
God, thank you for putting Stacey in my life.
Sitting at my dining room table, staring at my quiet phone.
The floor and trim, ebony. Walls, an impersonal white. One side, an equally ebony oversized Goodwill china cabinet, filled with my everyday dishes, glasses. My small kitchen sucks. The other wall, covered in preschool artwork. The table itself, awash with crayons, paper, glue. They went to Dadâs house in the middle of craft time. Iâll pick that up later, I said two days ago. An ass-cold day, throwing sleet on the window. The useless overhead light casting a smoke-stained glow.Â
Nobody likes you.
Say it ain’t so! How could that be? what’s going on with her?Hamster Series 1/2: Big Mamma Love for a Little Fur Ball Hamster Series 2/2: Welcome to the World’s Toughest Hamster
Barbara (shuffling in the kitchen with a long face): Mom, Batgirl is shaking again.
She hugs my robed-self tightly from the side. I wrap my arms around her.
Me: People also get like this, at the end, too. Itâs just that we give them medicine.
Barbara: Itâs not fair.
Yes, it might be time for a kleenex. Read on, sweet animal-loving soul!Wow. Iâve never seen her hold anything with so much care.Â
Me: Youâre like a hamster-whisperer.
Barbara: LOL, Mom.
Hamster Series 1/2: Big Mamma Love for a Little Fur Ball Hamster Series 2/2: Welcome to the World’s Toughest Hamster
Barbara (My 11-year-old daughter): OMG Mom! Is that a hamster?
Me: Yep! What do you think? He just came in.
Barbara: He is super cute! And not like Herman.
Me: Do you mean because heâs a different color?
Barbara: Yes, and heâs so small.
Me: No, itâs just the black fur, heâs another Siberian hamster. Weâll still have to use the rat cage.
Barbara: LOL, OK đ
loving this hammy? what will happen next? Read on!Welcome to the inaugural Love and Light Warrior Spotlight! Take a break, grab your favorite pet (just don’t let the others know!), and meet fellow warriors committed to spreading joy, self-awareness, and acceptance in our world. For more info, go to the official page here!
Is this also going to talk about WHO melissa is? You betcha! Read on, dear soul!Yes, Iâm not going to pay $25 for two Panera Salads for lunch for someone I donât like!
She slammed a door in my face!
Mary, my best friend.
I just couldnât believe it – I froze. I donât know if the source of our toddlersâ fight was my son or her daughter. Whatever. That was bullshit.
For the record, no friend has ever slammed a door in my face.
seriously, i made 3 new year’s resolutions to be a better friend. see what – or who – knocks on heidi’s door next!How is 2021 going to be better? With a Pocket Full of Sanity, of course. by Heidi Esther
The year stretches gloriously ahead, beckoning you to think about what to make of 2021. Like a stretch of untouched snow begging you to romp and sled and make snow angels.
Oh! I just love fresh snow. I wonder what heidi esther got for me this time!
