She was one of my extra moms. Our daughters were buddies from kindergarten through high school. Our homes were interchangeable. It was easy to share children. I was speechless when I found out Lisa had cancer. It was one of those moments your mind is racing with an echoing, "WHY, WHY, WHY?" God and Lisa … Continue reading Lisa’s Life List
On Thanksgiving day in New York City they couldn’t fly the Macy’s Parade balloons high in the air. Many balloons were grounded. Gusting wind whipped through the cavernous streets. There was a chill in the air. I was cleaning and working in a small apartment above those streets. There was no turkey and dressing on … Continue reading Thanksgiving
Wowsers! Whoopee! The Type A Lady is going to be a grandma! I’m over the top excited and as always, overthinking the process. (After all, I’m Type A!) I’m not sure about this grandma stuff...I’m even rethinking the name...but I LOVE the concept! GRAN! That’s it! I’ll be “GRAN” in tribute to my great grandmother … Continue reading Mom Tips…from Gran
The facebook post caught my eye. There was the Weber family, standing proudly in front of a bright red pickup truck purchased for their son. Sweet photo. Good People. But then, there was more: Julie Weber’s caption: “We found a truck for Camden and picked it up today in Germantown. It was a bittersweet sale … Continue reading Justin’s Red Truck: A Tale of a LIfe Well-Lived
Here’s a little Type A Tale to help you know more about this crazy cracked pot: I had to stop at Dollar General to get dog food. After spending two days cleaning closets at my mom’s house, I hadn’t showered or changed clothes. Why bother? I’d slept on the floor and kept working. I walked … Continue reading The (not so) Secret Life of the Type A Lady
I’m messy. I’m tired. I’m grateful. I’m done. As I painted my daughter’s room, I started getting depressed. - Why am I covering up my kid’s life? - Just because clouds and glowing stars are scratched and marred, does that mean I have to clean it up? I sighed. Help me out, God. “Be grateful.” … Continue reading Pause to Paint: I’m done!
w My face is speckled. My hands are cramping. Why do I put myself through this? Dip the brush. Drag the paint line. Roller the space. Repeat. This...is my life. I’m not done yet. But wait! There is hope! If God can help Joshua, how can I doubt Him in this painting project? He will … Continue reading Painting Pause: Day Three