I'm tired of the battle--the daily battle to be perfect. Who ever said I need to be anyway? Why do I set my expectations so high? Only to plummet to the bottom each night.I take my daily spankings like I do my daily vitamins. At the end of each day, I reflect on all my "I should have's." And my thoughts aren't always proper and pretty.Thoughts Continue Reading

Something about buying pencils, three ring binders, socks and underwear motivates me to declutter. It a great feeling to find the bottom of my closets and the top of my desk again after the adventure of summer.I feel ten pounds lighter.As I sorted through the piles and files on my desk, I came across a sweet reminder of my influence. These small Continue Reading

I arrived at the jail this morning to spend an hour with a sixteen year old I mentor, but within ten minutes I was driving home. This was the second Saturday in a row I was sent away. This time my mentee said she was getting released early, leaving next week. She thanked me for the time I gave her and said I helped her a lot. However, she said she Continue Reading

Ever wonder what a thirteen year old girl in jail might pray? Recently, I wrote a prayer after volunteering with the girls.God, can you see me? Do you know where I am? Where are you when I cry myself to sleep? Why do you take everything I love away? Do you care? I'm alone in jail with no one to save me. Can I trust you with my hurts, my shame, my Continue Reading

My family and I were shocked when we heard that Steve Irwin, otherwise known as Crocodile Hunter, was killed by a stingray this week. We liked him. Irwin, 44, was a wildlife icon, a passionate environmentalist and conservationalist. He lived his life with purpose, leaving behind a legacy.Death puts life into perspective, doesn't it? Death reminds Continue Reading

Seasons change and most of the time, I'm not ready. Are you? No matter what I do to put on the brakes, life moves forward.My kids are back to school. And, once again I'm saying I need a job. A paying job. A real job. Yes, I discredit my job as a mom. I go through this every fall. And every fall, I struggle.Questions spin around in my mind until I'm Continue Reading