• Harvest,  Heart

    Showing Mercy During Covid.

    My brain screamed COVID! when I saw him slumped in a puddle of urine with dried vomit on his beard. I ushered my kids in a wide circle around him and into the hair salon hoping he wouldn’t awaken and glance in our direction. Inside, our stylist Chantelle told us due to the virus, my niece, Peyton and daughter would have to remain in the car. Hmm… I thought, when your establishment cleans up its sidewalks, I’ll let my girls sit alone in the car, but of course I didn’t say that. I explained a homeless guy slept in front of my car and I wasn’t comfortable with my girls sitting out…

  • Heart

    What’s in a Name?

    I’ll confess I never truly liked the name Tammy. I blame my name for all the pats I received on the head from male employers and for the punches in the arm instead of dates I received from guys I thought were cute in college. It’s my name’s fault for why I’ve worked so hard to prove myself because if I didn’t, I feared I wouldn’t get past the little white yapper image in people’s minds when they thought of me. I read a book once about the psychology behind a name. The author stated our names shaped a portion of our personalities because it dictates how people perceive us…

  • Heart,  Writing

    Mourning the Loss of Expectations

    Feeling sad today. Missing travel. Missing Main Street, USA at Magic Kingdom. Fearing that awful, monstrous…The Unknown. I don’t shove these feelings down. I don’t scold myself for not trusting God enough for not having enough faith. Please. The Bible is pretty much ALL people who aren’t enough but for whom God decides to Be everything. He’s always filled in the gaps, where we aren’t enough. No, what I’m doing is recognizing that my expectation for life does not match reality. The journey of letting go of expectation and accepting reality is called grief. It’s a crucial part of our mental health. Grief is tricky. It messes you up to…