Peace for those with Empty Arms (Unforced Rhythms Linkup)

Empty arms carry some of the heaviest weight. Maybe it’s Distance. Divorce. Depression. Deployment. Death. A relationship unreconciled. A wound unhealed. A longing unfulfilled. Maybe your hole is left from a dream that never came true. Or the one that ended before you were ready. Oh, my friend, I have…

Why a Manger? (the part of the Christmas story I missed for 40 years)

Sugar-free for 63 days, and I have reached the bargaining stage of my grieving its loss. Creeping as close as I can to its boundary. Nibbling the edges of sobriety by wondering if allowing myself the crumbs of something sweet would send me back to Day 1. Wanting my cake.…

My Most Important Interview Ever (Word of the Week)

I have never really¬†understood the phrase, “Know it like the back of your hand.” Because I have no idea what mine really look like. I know there is a mole near the center of one. The left, I think. I take a peek. Nope. It’s the right. Because the left…

31 Days Sugar Sober Recap (Get caught up on the whole series in under 10 minutes)

I have been so very blessed by those who stuck with me on this 31-Day blogging and Sugar Sober journey. If you’d like to read in more detail, the links to all the full posts are below. But I’m also including a highlight from each day, so you can travel…

The End of the Beginning. And the Beginning of The End. (Day 31: Sugar Sober Series)

“What size shirt do you need for the event?”¬† I cringe at the question. Not only because it feels vulnerable to speak my size into the space. But because it’s not a question about today. The event is not until April. And I panic. What size will I be six…