Part of being an adult, someone told me once, is accepting your parents as they are, with all their failings.
I fear that once you put weapons in men’s hands, they don’t let go of them easily.
Emptying the ocean with a thimble again, our thimbles so tiny, and the ocean of need so huge.
And there are programs in every city designed to assist them to get off the streets, or so they say. But in truth only the most functional among the homeless are able to access these programs. Lines are endless, forms are impossible to decipher, qualifications can’t be met, standards don’t apply.
Some people are just different, even in the same family.
It was March in the Napa Valley, just under sixty miles north of San Francisco, and Joy Lammenais’s favorite time of year. The rolling hills were a brilliant emerald green, which would fade once the weather grew warmer, and get dry and brittle in the summer heat. But for now, everything was fresh and new, and the vineyards stretched for miles across the Valley. Visitors compared it to Tuscany in Italy, and some to France.
Whatever age you are,” her mother said tartly, “age is just a number, and numbers have no power over you, unless you allow them to. You can feel ‘too old’ at any age, if you let yourself. You’re never too old or too young for anything, you’re just the right age.
I think that’s how life works. Just when you think you have it all set up and perfectly arranged, someone sneezes, or God blows on it, and all the building blocks come tumbling down.
Every day, good stuff and bad stuff happens to us. It’s what you do about it and how you handle it that matters.
We owe it to ourselves to allow the healing to happen and move on. And even my life is going to be better now because of you. Everybody has something they can beat themselves up for. It’s just not worth the energy to do it.
But she was as they always were: strong, quiet, determined to prevail no matter what it cost them, brave in the face of sorrow.
Max was looking out the window, with silent tears running down his face, thinking how hard it must be to be a woman, always having to be strong and comfort others, and how lonely it was to be a man.
Sometimes we have to do something unpleasant to get where we want to go.
To all of you in my life, I thank you, for the good times and hard times you gave me, for the lessons that I learned from you or because of you. For those of you who loved and respected me, I thank you. To those of you who hurt me and made the dark days longer, I forgive you. To my husband, Clay, I owe you my life, and.
Whatever happened, she had seen the sun come up once in her life over the Grand Tetons. It was impossible not to know there was a God when you saw.
I am afraid of other things, of a world that allows a travesty to exist like the one we just lived, where brother betrays brother and nothing is safe or true or right. We allowed that to happen. We gave our country away. We allowed evil to exist and to prosper.
You do what you’re called on to do, to the best of your abilities. The rest always takes care of itself.
This was the way it was meant to be, when parents slipped gently away, and the next generations moved on.
Every day, good stuff and bad stuff happens to us. It’s what.
Life is made up of special moments, moments of joy, or of sorrow, of great good fortune, incredible thoughtfulness, moments you never forget, and that impact an entire lifetime, moments you treasure.