It is a difficult thing to admit that you may need help. I know this for certain. I am incredibly stubborn and often wait till it is too late to be graceful about the request. Instead, I am spent, frazzled, and way past the point of no return. It would only have taken a moment…
“The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.” ~ Mark Twain
When you are a child you never look at things with a calculating heart. Things, are just…”things” not possessions or items of value. They are just items that are in the background of the life you are traipsing through as just that, a child. I don’t know at what point belongings become more than that…
“How do you measure your value?” ~ Loretta Lynn
Maybe it was because it was her birthday. Maybe it was the time of the year that made me all…reflective, looking inward so I can see better outward. I don’t know what it has been…Maybe the Super Moon, but I have really been lost in yesterday. Not my yesterdays…God and goodness knows that reflecting on…
Out of the mouth of Babes…
This is a video of my daughter Ansley at five. She came into the kitchen one night a few years ago around this time of year after seeing a commercial she apparently didn’t like. Now, understand, I DID NOT in any way influence this heart to heart she had with me. I was just…
“You educate a man; you educate a man. You educate a woman; you educate a generation.” ― Brigham Young
It is nice to have the accessibility to vacate your role in life and just for a day or so become someone else. Well, or at least a former version of yourself. That is what happened to me over the weekend in High Point, NC. I got to be “Just Kim.” Do any of you…
“Money will not make you happy, and happy will not make you money.”—Groucho Marx
As James approached his tweens I knew that my days of keeping him in the imaginary bubble of protection I had created were coming to an end. I hope not to ruin it for anyone reading this, but much like Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy, the fantasy world of imagination and…
Marcia, Marcia, Marcia…I’ll be there for you!
I remember the last time I left my home, knowing that when I came back my room would be no longer “my” room, but the “guest” room. All due respect to my Mother, she had truly been very patient at my failures to launch from the nest. She understood the reasoning behind the need to…
Sometimes silence is anything but golden. ~ Kimberly
Sometimes I get writer’s block. It is more like writer’s stifle. There are days when I can fly through a story, and my fingers will not go fast enough to keep up with my brain’s narrative. Other nights when I lay in bed something has reminded me of something that gives way to falling into…
“Shall We Play a Game?”
I would love to say I am “totes” tech savvy and could navigate the lingo of all my “peeps” but the truth is, I remember the TRS-80 computer in Patty Grant’s room at Jonesville Elementary. It was the first computer I had ever seen. It was HUGE and so very cool. I was in seventh…
What good has impatience ever brought? It has only served as the mother of mistakes and the father of irritation. — Steve Maraboli
Enjoy the day folks…here’s hoping this one makes you smile at your own form of crazy! Ask anyone who knows me, I have very little patience. I have an abundance more however than my sister who has none. Zero. Zilch. Nada. One of my favorite stories I love to tell when she is no where around is…
“Educate yourself…it is something that no one can ever take from you.” ~ Everette Macemore
“The best thing for being sad,” replied Merlin, beginning to puff and blow, “is to learn something. That’s the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see…
More and more, when I single out the person who inspired me most, I go back to my grandfather. – James Earl Jones
As a child, I often rode the bus to school with my Grandpa Everette. He drove an old pick-up truck that always had a sweet smell of sweat and tobacco. Not cigarettes, but the earthy green leaf type. We raised and harvested tobacco for most of my youth on our family farm. It was a…
A penny invested for your thoughts. 