I am not a New Year’s resolutionist. For as much as I love order and structure (and all that comes with it … planners, new pens, crisp clean notebooks, lists, post it notes), I know myself well enough to know that “goals” only serve to later...
I’ve had a bit of a rude awakening. I sort of expected parenting to be an 18 year state of “comatose”–where you come up for air afterward and assess who you were then and what all those years were all about. I’ve expected to put all of...
I haven’t been feeling very thankful. If it wasn’t for preparations for the first annual “Hagerty Turkey Feather Hunt” that we’ll inaugurate, I’m fairly certain I’d be drowning my sorrows in gravy tomorrow. Although I...
I’ve been knocked off my feet a bit by my father’s death. I don’t know what I was expecting to feel — or what I thought someone who lost a father at this age should feel — but this certainly wasn’t it. Whether 16 or 32, navigating...
This morning my father passed away. My mind is a maze of thoughts and emotions … and why am I blogging right now? Because I just have to tell someone — even if I never publish this post and it is only read by its Catalyst — of the glory of God rising...
My to do list is unending, yet somehow I found time today to spend just under 2 hours pruning our weeping cherry. I discovered last week that the branches growing out of the top of our weeping cherry were instead an entirely different tree that should have been pruned...
