The Plates Of Our Lives

“A vision flashes through me. Plates. I see plates representing various aspects of my life on poles. Ceramic, porcelain, plastic, paper. Colorful and plain. Some broken, shattered, perfect, cracked, and whole. Some carefully spin with perfect balance and others teeter on the verge of their demise. This is my life these days, or so it seems. “

The Voices From Our Past

“As I think of the faces of those who have touched my life, I can hear our conversations. Little did I know, these conversations or specific comments I would carry with me. They leap from the pages of my past at the perfect moment and remind me of the strength that’s within me, even when I am reluctant to muster it.”

Confessions of a Brat

“I think it’s time I stop putting my comfort first. It’s time I realize that if it’s only about me, it’s worthless. I am a vessel and arriving at 10:01, or 10:15 will not matter when I take my final breath. What will matter are the connections I’ve made, the live’s I have touched, and the hearts that have been brightened.”

Breakfast With Gus

“My cheeks pull at my lips with the thought of that. Joy. My dad was not healed in that room, he did not leave that room in his physical body, but peace washed over him, washed over his children and we all became stronger and more in love with our family.”

Dimple Be Gone

“I feel like we might be in dangerous territory if we are questioning our identity due to changes to our external selves or our way of life. How fragile is my character if changing my appearance would really threaten it?”