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Category Archives: Mama Heart
Taking the Edge OffWe drive each other crazy always have, always will please forgive, but I just gotta say . . . We complete eachView full post » 
Sweet, Sticky MessIt’s summer and the days are full of popsicles and pool time. Dripping wet, sticky and sandView full post » 
HomeI often write when things weigh too heavy on my shoulders to carry anymore. I lift the weight away by writing itView full post » 
He Runs OutsideHe always wants to “day owdi” (play outside) He whines and screams if he can’tView full post » 
White SpaceI don’t have a lot to say. Just that this is my white space. My days are full crowdedView full post » 
SeeingMany days I’m blind. Hands placed decidedly across my eyes or hiding behind a wall, to timid to peek out. SomeView full post » 
Painted all rightThere are days where the world spins right, all painted with beauty. Days when the smilesView full post » 
When Life Gives You Lemons . . .I’m not good at making lemonade. 33 and I had never made it before. I don’t thinkView full post » 
Running in the Alley…“The artist, if he is not to forget how to listen, must retain the vision which includesView full post » 
More than we knowI’m rereading a favorite book. More than a book, as my eyes fall onView full post » 
These Glorious DaysThese are the glorious days and the best are yet to come Glorious all bathed in light andView full post » 
Dry Bones DancingI don’t know if this will make much sense, but I have to get it out, put it down in words – this is a bitView full post » 
Not Enough Love to GiveI don’t have enough love to give him and still he gives me more. my little bear He was my baby allie,View full post » 
No Shame in the Garden“Now the Lord God had planted a garden in the east in Eden; and there he put the man he had formed. . . and theyView full post » 
MorningbirdThere is chaos. There is mess. Toys strewn about the floor, days I don’t exit my pajamas. My patience is lost atView full post » 
Tuckered Out“In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for food to eat – for He grants sleep to those HeView full post » 
We the Grateful . 6These surfers said they were grateful . . . Infectious joy and gratitude spilling all over the place. That’sView full post » 
Our Son Become a Young ManMy oldest little man turned eight. What did he want to do? Where did he want to be… on a snowView full post » 
GrumblingsI grumble a lot. Complaints come out of my mouth way to much but the amount of griping that goes on in my head isView full post » 
30 Days of WisdomI sent him those words, him trudging in snow, willing to serve, hoping to fly. I found them in a bookstore, etchedView full post » 
in his handsHis my first. The first one we came up with. The first one bestowed upon us. The first one who pressed through and wasView full post » 
When Love Looks FadedWe will be ten years this summer and the day of hearts and love is now upon us. I can’t untangle it all. IView full post » 
I Would Be Grateful . . .If I were to utter those words, it would be a lack of gratitude and still I whisper them inside. I would… ifView full post » 
He is ComeHe is come. and so quickly I forget. How does life ever get mundane, how do the fears, doubt and strife intrude uglyView full post » |
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