Telling the Truth

connecting the dots of my life

Tag: Marriage

Writing about Our Relationship

Writing about our courtship and engagement has been great fun. Nonetheless, my relationship with D over the years has sometimes been like a roller coaster ride. Fun going up the hills, and downright terrifying coming down. Courtship and engagement were definitely on the fun side.

Our relationship hasn’t always been fun. Read the rest of this entry »

Dear Dad, About those ‘letters’…


Bearded cacti in Silver Garden
Longwood Gardens PA

Dear Dad,
About those ‘letters’ I mentioned in my last letter (no pun intended!)…

Here they are: Read the rest of this entry »

Dear Dad, Here’s an idea…

Charley Brown Christmas treePomegranate in Bonsai Garden,
Longwood Gardens

Dear Dad,
Here’s an idea I had today.  I was trying to figure out how, at our ages, I would like to begin a conversation with you.  So I had this wild idea, based on my experience with the other main man in my life, my husband. Read the rest of this entry »

The Face of Contempt | Part 1

Contempt – intrusive, ever-present, almost impossible to pin down.  But that’s exactly why I need to talk about it.

After several false starts, Read the rest of this entry »

Dear Readers, | New Year Update

Dear Readers,
High time for a report!  All the pieces aren’t in place yet, but I have a direction.

No Facebook
Not for now.  I looked at several FB pages of bloggers and authors I follow.  They were wonderful.  Yet the more I looked at the time commitment and energy output needed from me, the less eager I became.  I feel relieved that for now, my energy goes into writing for the blog.

A Haiku Challenge
The challenge is to write one haiku a day.  Sounds easy, right?  Well, if all goes well, you’ll know each day whether I’ve done that.  If I don’t, you won’t see a thing.

Areas for Focused Writing 

  • Human trafficking.  How it intersects with my growth and journey as an adult in world that treats most of us as commodities.  This isn’t just a personal issue; it’s communal, national and global.  What does this look like in my life?
  • God.  How I think, speak and write about God.  I’ve never hated God.  On the other hand, there are areas of my life that don’t yet resonate with whatever it means to bear the image of God.  I’ve been working on this for several years now.  Time to start writing!
  • Spirituality.  It hasn’t been easy to articulate what it looks like for me, or why it’s so important for me to name it.  It’s easy to say I’m a follower of Jesus Christ.  But how do I talk about my interior and exterior life?  And what happens when I do?
  • Marriage.  When I traveled up the highway 150 miles to go to college, I met the man I would marry.  Forty-nine years and counting.  My traumatic childhood affected my ability to relate to any man, much less a husband.
  • Motherhood.  Not an easy role for me as a person or as a professional.  I’m especially interested in the ways my upbringing affected my ability to be a mother.  I won’t write about my children, but will focus on my own struggles.  Not an easy topic; I’ve sometimes been judged harshly in this area.

Just so you know, I’ve made a pact with myself to keep my posts not-too-lengthy, so you can expect manageable pieces from time to time.  All mixed in with other things I love to write about:  Diane; devotional writing that moves me; haiku and poetry; letters to Mom.  Who knows, I might even write another letter to Dad.  Probably to God, too.

If you’ve found me or I’ve found you, there’s a reason.  I want to live into that while I’m able.

With gratitude, respect, and expectation!

Toasting the Blame Documents

Leftovers.  Sometimes they’re wonderful.  Then there are the other times.  They just sit there in the refrigerator waiting for me to do something with them.  In reviewing my blog posts this past year, I couldn’t overlook unfinished business I still have with my father.

It isn’t as though I’ve been twiddling my thumbs. Read the rest of this entry »

in bleak midwinter

in bleak midwinter
red lights flash chaos men shout
dead on arrival

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winter 1965
icy stormy
dangerous Read the rest of this entry »

We’re Number One

Even though I’m the oldest of four daughters, destined to be Number One whether I like it or not, I have to confess:  I like being Number One!  I like being the Boss!  At least most of the time.

My husband is the Number Two child in his family. Read the rest of this entry »

A Matter of Trust | Dear Diane

Houston Journal, 19 June 1998:  Every time I come Diane is a little less alive in her bodily functions.  This time feels very heavy—the hospital bed feels like the beginning of the end.  On the TV today they were talking about an ALS cure by 2000.  I don’t think Diane will make it that long.  Read the rest of this entry »

I Don’t Do Dreams | Part 1 of 2

Fall in the 1990s.  I’m in my 50s.  A friend gives me a covered tea-cup.  It’s lovely.  When I get home I read the inscription on the cup and begin weeping.  This isn’t about me.  It’s about someone else.  I can’t even imagine my way into this approach to life. Read the rest of this entry »

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