Author: Jill

Am I the only swinger? No, not that kinda swinger. Maybe over-corrector is a better way to say it.  When something doesn’t seem to work or make sense, instead of making a few small changes I will scrap my ideas and start over. Usually I bounce back towards a middle ground at some point, but not always. My sister used to tease me that I was losing square footage by changing paint jobs in the house. I needed to see the full wall covered before I could decide if I liked something. And if I didn’t, I’d re-do the whole...

“Nothing of value has no obstacles in its path.” Dr. Henry Cloud When a family member had an appendectomy, I was asked, “How many caesarean’s did you have?!” I had three and he was amazed I had more than one child. Abdominal surgery recovery is no joke. It’s physically traumatic. Hell, for me, pregnancy itself was physically traumatic. Nine months of discomfort was bad enough, the surgery was a boon compared to that. An end of my suffering. And yes, I did it two more times. You see, I believed Henry. I was willing to go through what I had...

I received a gorgeous bouquet of cut flowers for my birthday.  The sweetest thing, to know you are thought well of by a loving friend.  The beautiful centerpiece reminded me for days, I am loved.  A week later the flowers’ colors were still vibrantly alive although the leaves had started to brown.  The fragrance though, was not altogether lovely and at that point, the beauties had to go.  As I gathered them up for the trash, I lamented the fact that beauty in our world is so temporary.  I see it daily as my face and figure falls sway to...