Thanks for the Sympathy

I am feeling utterly uninspired tonight. 

It may be the fact that it is wintertime and it is almost zero outside, and the windchimes on my front porch are lulling me into a semi-coma that resembles something of a bear that is hibernating...

Or at least I wish.  I'm thinking that even though we aren't really supposed to hibernate, humans missed the message because all I've wanted to do all day long is eat chocolate and take a nap.

I may or may not have eaten almost an entire bag of Hershey Kisses sitting at my desk today...

which is why I patted myself, hard, on the back for going to the workout room before work and getting on the elliptical and the stationary bike. 

I'm sure I burnt off at least one of those kisses.

I tried to convince myself to walk on the treadmill when I got home tonight but then talked myself right out of it because I was able to get my 10,000 steps in pacing in the living room while American Idol was on.

Wallace was also watching American Idol as he monopolized the treadmill (trust me... he could have it!!!). The only thing is, the TV in that room is on about a five second delay so every song sounded like it had a bunch of backup singers repeating every word that was said.

All in all, though, I enjoyed it, and managed to talk myself out of getting into the chocolate stash.

I'm telling you, I really do have a problem.

And then I started thinking of the blister that is my entire heel.  I got a new pair of shoes on sale on Amazon... Asics.  They were 40% off and I congratulated myself on being a bargain shopper when I saw the same pair for almost $150 at Dick's.  I wore them last night as I finished up a mile on the treadmill and when I removed my socks I was appalled.

Wallace assures me that it is a "normal" blister and if I hear the word "hotspot" one more time I just may punch him in the face.

I never expected to get sympathy from him... which is why I'm now sitting on the couch writing this blog finishing up the last of the mint chocolate chip ice cream...

Because dairy products have a little bit of protein and protein is good for wound healing and you just lost five minutes of your life reading this post...

But I know you'll have sympathy for me.. or you'll wish you were hibernating, too.

Stay warm, folks! 

What I'm Reading in January

My favorite post of the month!  As I sit here and look at the gloom outside my window, I'm wishing that I could be at home, under my blanket, reading one of these good books... but work calls... after all, I have to earn money to buy more books!  Thought I'd take a break from student learning outcomes to give you a peep at what I'm reading this month.

I'm also linking up with Book Musings Monday, a site that focuses on Christian reading.  I'm providing a disclaimer at the end of each book description if it isn't Christian reading, so you can just skip right over those if you choose.

I set a goal of reading 125 books this year.  That's just over 10 books a month.  Last year, I read well over this number, ranging from 5-17 books per month, so this goal is definitely achievable! 

Here's what I'm reading right now...

The Liberation of Alice Love- This book focuses on Alice, a young woman at the prime of her life. She isn't too excited about her job, but she's making big girl decisions like obtaining a mortgage payment, only to find out someone is using her identity and has destroyed her credit rating. It's pretty good so far... a little language, but a very relevant plotline.  Scary stuff, actually! *Not Christian fiction

Life In Spite of Me- This book is the true story of a 19 year old who decided to end her life on a set of train tracks... only to be spared.  I'm just now getting into this book, and the beginning grabbed me from the get go.  I like Kristen.  She's down to earth and up front.  I can't wait to see where it's headed, because I know God has big plans for her!

Rhett Butler's People... This is an authorized book by the Margaret Mitchell Foundation.  I've had it for awhile, but when Kami got me the authorized book about Mammy by the same author for Christmas, I knew I had to read this one first... and it's good.  It's all about Rhett before he was kicked out of West Point and before he met Scarlett. *Not Christian fiction

Dark Places by Gillian Flynn- This is another one that I've had for a while.  Written by the author of Gone Girl (which I loved) this book is difficult to read at times.  It traces the story of a young lady whose brother killed her entire family when she was seven.  As she tries to figure out exactly what happens that evening, she learns about herself.  It has some significant language issues and deals with some pretty delicate topics, so if you're easily offended I can't recommend this one with a clean conscience.  *Not Christian fiction

The Lost Wife- This is another book I've just read a little in.  It's set in modern day, but also goes back to WW2 era... and I love anything written about WW2.  *Not Christian fiction

The Preacher's Daughter by Beverly Lewis- This is one that was chosen by one of the book clubs that I subscribe to on facebook a couple of months ago, but I never got around to it.  It's about an Amish girl who has befriended a rich socialite via mail. Both are trying to figure out just who they are.  The characters are likeable and it is an easy read.

A Casual Vacancy- This book focuses on small town politics in England and it is really good.  When one of the council men die suddenly, the community scrambles and reacts. There's rival with a nearby community, teenage angst, and just enough love thrown in.  There's a little bit of language in this one, too... but so far it is a good read. *Not Christian fiction

The Moment Between- This book is one I got free a couple of years ago and just  had never read.  It is about a woman who had a love/hate relationship with her sister growing up, and what that relationship meant for her future.  Again, the characters are likeable.... but the story is a little hard to follow at times. 

Heart of the Story: The Family of Jesus- I've been taking a break on this one, as I'm completing it with a Bible study group at church, but it is really good and I'm looking forward to digging back in.

The Circle Maker- I've heard so much about this book.  I'm just a chapter in but I can tell I'm going to like it... the writer is engaging and it is about praying, which seems to have been a theme for me at the end of the year into the new year...

100 Days of Kindness- Since my word of the  year is love, I saw this free ebook and downloaded it... all about random acts of kindness that we can use to show our love.  Most of them so far are easy things that you wouldn't really think make a difference, but in our rushed society, a little can go a long way.  Smile at someone today!

I'm reading The Chronological Bible.  There's a reading plan where I will read around 3-4 chapters a day and get through the entire Bible in a year.  It always amazes me how I can read a passage over and over again, but if I'm open, God can show me something new!!!

On the To read list: I'm still searching for those Outlander books.  I've got Love Does and the book Kami bought me for Christmas.  American Sniper, which is set to release as a movie in a couple of weeks, is on my nightstand.  The Immortal Life of Henrietta Locke, the Red Glove collection by Karen Kingsbury, and Leaving Time. 

Oh, who am I kidding? There's too many to count!!! Even though I don't like snow, a couple of snow days would be nice =)

I'd love to hear what you're reading.... and maybe what your best book of 2014 was?

Love Your Neighbor... Even if they are Wearing Black and White

Ok, y'all, it's the 5th of January... and I've already broken one of my resolutions.

Well, maybe I didn't completely break it... because I knew it was going to be a tough one. 

Doing everything out of love... well, sometimes that seems impossible...

Especially when you think of the verses that talk about love in the Bible.  I'll be digging into some of them in coming posts... but think about it. Love God first.  Love your neighbors as yourself.  (Let's be honest, sometimes it's hard to love ourselves, right?) Love those who hurt you...

And that may or may not be guys and girls in striped shirts. 

And also scorekeepers who turn around and give you evil looks because you yelled just a little too loudly at a ballgame...

when the player that NEVER fouls out was sent to the bench with her "5th and final foul".

and when one of the inside players came to the bench limping because the other player thought she was playing soccer, using her leg as the ball.

And maybe, just maybe, I was a little out of hand when I yelled, "She kicked her.  Of course she did. They've been hit and kicked and scratched... I'm surprised they haven't been bitten."

At least if you are going to yell, maybe you should do it when the gym isn't so quiet.

So, tonight, I really tried to talk myself down because once again I felt my heart racing, and it wasn't because the game was so close (even though it was). 

I just get so daggone sick of inconsistencies.  I'm not for cheating anyone.  I just want refs who call it both ways, who call the same calls when something happen, and who don't miss calls.

And I understand that calls get missed... because they are human.

So I'm trying to think about Galatians 5:14, which says, "For the entire law is fulfilled in one statement; Love your neighbor as yourself."

One statement... love your neighbor. 

Giving them the benefit of the doubt.

Trying to see things from their viewpoint.

God said nothing is impossible... but it sure is hard sometimes.

So, tonight, I'm reflecting on what I can do the next time I get in this situation and thinking about how his mercies are new every morning, and thanking God I'm a work in progress and He'll keep working on me...

not just in this year, 2015, My year to love...

but until I'm perfect, complete in Him.

But right now I'm going to go soak in a bathtub and try to figure out in my head what exactly they were thinking.

All in love...

Dynamite Revisited

*Warning: This blog is way longer than usual, but on this day I'm pausing to remember.  There are no words to suffice, but a glimpse at her through our eyes may help.  Today I'm sharing with you the eulogy I gave at Grandma Na's funeral.  May it make you smile and get just a small picture of just how important she was.  Some of it may sound familiar, because it is pulled from a previous blog entry, but all of the grandkids/great-grandkids contributed. 

Thanks, Grandma, for all of the memories... for the foundation of love and family that you ensured we were raised on.  I can't wait for Heaven.  I know it's going to be worth it. 

"Dynamite comes in small packages has never been a more truer statement than when used to describe my Mamaw Na.  Sassy and classy, she never failed to tell you what she thought, even when you didn’t want to hear it.  However, her opinions usually came straight from love. Though not even 5 foot tall, our Mamaw made up for her stature through her larger than life personality.  I’m sure many of you have fond memories of some way which she impacted your life.  As her grandchildren, I’d like to thank that we held a special place in her heart. I think that was evident within her home. 

The day she died, Dana took Papaw Jr. to the house to pick up some clothes and stuff.  I imagine that it was hard to walk in the house, but Dana paused long enough to take a look at the fridge and snap a few pictures.  You might have seen them on facebook.  On that fridge, there are multiple pictures of her grandkids, from oldest to youngest.  She’s got notes from Glenn, Landry, Dylan, Brayton, and Caleb, all full of love… and maybe telling her how the favorite grandchild stole her apple pie. 

Look around the walls of the house and you’ll see pictures of all of us… some which we’d like to throw away, like the family portrait with my asymetrical hair.  Grandma found places for pictures of her loved ones everywhere… I think there are even a couple stuck to the mirror in the bathroom. 

Grandma’s house meant many things.  I’m pretty sure that all of us grandkids fondly remember Grandma sitting at her piano, playing hymnals.  She’d even encourage us to try our hand out at the piano, causing Pugsley to howl.  Her house was a refuge for many neighborhood kids from the time our parents were a young age.  Many a ping- pong ball was hit in her basement.  Many a basketball game played on the goal in her driveway.  I don’t know how many “cousins” I have out there who were raised in her backyard, and who felt her influence. 

Grandma’s house meant, “Don’t take your shoes off, because there’s too much dog hair on the carpet.”.  Grandma’s house meant fried bologna for her canine grandkids.  Aunt Sheila said if they were missing their dogs, she’d bet they had made their way up to grandma’s. 

Swinging back and forth on the front porch, counting the cars that went by.   Climbing the tree at the corner of the house.  One of my favorite memories is of Glenn, climbing that tree. Me and Jen couldn’t wait to go in and tell on him, because he liked to step over on the roof.  Grandma just told us there were fireants and not to worry, Five minutes later, here came Glenn, crying because he’d been ate up.  Grandma just said, “I told you girls.”  Gentry and Landry shared memories of Brayton crawling over on the roof.  It was a sad day when that tree was cut down. Homemade biscuits and gravy and pancakes in what might have seemed like a too small kitchen to some.  She always had goodies like peanut butter roll or fudge or sugar tits, which Jennifer said only her favorite grandchild got… because I don’t remember them. 

 Christmases where you just found a place to plop and hope no one stepped on you.  Christmas was always a special time at Grandma’s house.  Grandma Na loved shopping for all of the grandkids and decorating. Caleb always loved to play with  her nativity scene.  Jennifer remembered the bells that hung in her hallway.  They were electronic, would light up green and red, and played Christmas carols like Jingle Bells and Deck the Halls, and we would turn them on and drive the adults crazy.   Grandma also sprayed fake snow everywhere… on the doors, on the windows, on the nativity scene, on the Christmas tree.  Cans and cans of fake snow. 

Switches cut and threats made… more switches for us older grandkids, I think.  She used to line me, Jen, and Glenn up on the couch, and as soon as she would head into the kitchen, me and Jen would sneak out to her house leaving Glenn behind to take the blame.  I always laugh at how the younger grandkids got by with so much more.  Not saying she didn’t love us, but it was almost like she was overwhelmed in 1993.  There’s a picture of her with one of the girls on each knee in the hospital. Papaw told us that she called him a the garage and said, “Well, you’ve got another granddaughter.” A couple of hours later, she called back. “Well, it’s another granddaughter.”  He said he told her not to call back that day.  The next year, one of the walls were knocked out to make room for the three new grandbabies that had made life more interesting!

She’s leaned into grandsons taller than her… it was always a big deal to us when one grew taller than Mamaw.  We’d bend down to hug her… all of us remember those tight hugs. Allie said she’d often tell her she needed to loosen up so she could breathe.  One of my favorite pictures that I’ve seen posted in the last couple of days was from last year’s Relay.  She’s bent down, hugging Mason, who isn’t too much shorter than her. The look on  her face is priceless.. full of joy. She loved all of us, but I’m pretty sure her great-grandkids were the most special, after Landry, of course.  I’m  also willing to bet that no matter how big us grandkids got, she would still have taken  a switch or pecked our  heads if she thought  needed it.  

Picnics at Natural Bridge, and trips to Cherokee, North Carolina and Gatlinburg, Tennessee with youth groups... lunches at Pizza Hut with the whole crew or breakfast at McDonalds. Dylan said she always got the same thing, gravy and biscuits with grape jelly, and a small coffee, which she added an ice cube or two to cool it down.  She was known for her breakfast runs to Landry, too.   While visiting the cemetery the other day , we couldn’t help but smile and think of how Grandma would be looking over the ball courts where those grandsons spent so much time, and  how it was so close to McDonalds. Grandma loved cemeteries.  She would load us all up in the van, take us to McDonalds, and then drive through the cemetery.  Sometimes we’d get out and walk to look at the graves.   Most of us have slept on her couch and drank Sprite or 7-Up when we’ve been too sick to go to school.. and sometimes when maybe we could have gone to school but just needed a little extra love.  Us girls have worn her high heels and played dress up, hiding in her closet where you could crawl between the bedrooms. Alaxandra talked about wearing her houseshoes and gowns around, and how Grandma would always let them play with her purses.  We’ve played too many games of Sorry to count, and as Al said, Grandma sure didn’t care to beat you!  Kami talked about how Grandma always had a ready supply of hairspray and bobby pins for when she needed to fix her hair before ballgames.  We were all fascinated by that hair, and us girls loved to watch her twist it up in her unique bun.   Each of her grandkids have helped eat fried apple pies, and I think we’ve all taken our turn at rolling them out, and been slightly jealous that Glenn made the best pies.  I can remember being stressed out in nursing school.  I’d call grandma up and she’d get that dough out, letting me work out my frustrations in the kitchen… about the only kitchen experience I have.  


How many prayers she's offered up. Jordan talked about how one time Grandma called him up and gave him a verse. She was good for doing that, writing them out on little slips of paper.  Jordan said she said, “I’d like to pray for you.” Jordan expected a brief prayer… but not from our Grandma.  Twenty minutes later, he hung up the phone. Her lengthy prayers are well known, which is why we would usually let someone else say grace at Thanksgiving. Al talked about staying at Grandma’s with Kami, and the bedtime prayers she would say.  Alaxandra said, “ I never remember her leaving the room.”  She’s been known to call out of the blue, like the time she called me and told me she was praying for Wallace’s self-esteem.  I think maybe she prayed a little too hard about that one! I’m sure many of you have been the recipients of her prayers. As we looked through her Bible, we found a picture of John Calipari.  I’m sure Mike Fugate was grateful for any prayers she might have sent up for Calipari and the Wildcats.  Mike Clemons probably doesn’t appreciate it, though.  There was a spelling test of Gentry’s, and a math paper of Dylan’s.  I’m convinced she had those in there because she was praying for us grandkids. There was also a note for ‘structure for Kentucky Monthly Magazine.” As many of you may know, Grandma was featured in there a few months ago for her fried apple pies.  The theme for the majority of that issue, though, was the Kentucky Bourbon Trail.  Papaw Jr. told us she didn’t much care for being featured in that magazine about all that bourbon, so I guess she was praying for the readers to look past that information.  My Dad said that if there was such a thing as a Holiness Woman Magazine, Mamaw Na would have made a good cover model.  

I could go on and on, because 34 years is a long time for memories.  And I’m sure Grandma would say that would be fine, because we’ve got you in a church, which is right where you’re supposed to be.  I’ll just close with Proverbs 31:28.  “Her children arise up and call her blessed, her husband also, and he praiseth her.”.  King Lamuel may have said that it was hard to find a virtuous woman, but all of the Clemons Clan were more than blessed to have been raised by one."

I'll not lie and say this past year has been easy. Grief is strange... it creeps up when you least expect it... sitting in the church practicing a Christmas play or around the family table at the holidays or just driving down the road.  One thing I am sure of, though, and that I've learned even more so in the past year.. there is hope.  Christ came so we could live more abundantly... and so we can be promised a future with Him.  Through the ups and downs of life, He is here.  I'm pretty sure Grandma is up there nodding her head right now...

Love you, Na!!! Thanks doesn't say enough.  Miss you more than words can say... and I'm looking forward to one of those hugs!!!

First Random Thought Post of the Year

So these are some random thoughts that I'm having...

1. Half-Price Books is one of the best places on earth... especially when you shop the clearance section. You can't quite beat a book for $1.  However, you can't go in expecting to check things off a list, because it is often a random search.  The last two times I've went I was looking for books in the Outlander series.  I still haven't started it, because I've heard that once you start you want to just keep reading, and I only had the first one. The last time I visited Half-Price books I found the second one. Today, no luck... but I did find a nice Elin Hilderbrand book with a picture of a beach that made me miss summer more than I already was.

2. I'm not ready for wintertime yet.  It's pouring the rain outside and it sounds wonderful on my tin roof, but the forecast says the temperature is going to drop and I'm already dreading it.  Pair that with the fact that day after tomorrow is Monday... and the first day back to work/school.. and it could make for some serious whining.

3. As I'm getting ready to go to bed, I'm debating whether I like this memory foam mattress topper Wallace purchased. He's a huge fan... but I feel like I'm sinking in.  Considering the amount of tossing and turning I do throughout the night, I could burn some major calories, though, because it's a lot more effort to turn over.

4. Watching ballgames with my Mom and Kami are majorly fun.  My Mom gets just as excited as we do when there is a fumble or an interception... but our cheering was to no avail and the Steelers were sent home packing by the Ravens, who, in my humble opinion, are a bunch of thugs.  Perhaps it's the association with Suggs and Sug Knight that make me think that Suggs is a thug... because the names sound the same and it's so right of me to make assumptions about people that I don't even know...

5. It's two minutes until midnight and this has to count for today's post... so good night, y'all. Sorry this one wasn't much.  Just what's going on in my head tonight. Now let me lay down on this memory foam..

2015- The Year of Love

I consider myself a somewhat friendly person, even as an introvert.  I also consider myself a compassionate individual.

But there are times when people just flat get on my nerves. 

Even people I am supposed to truly care about... sometimes especially those people.

So this year, as I prayed about what word God wanted me to focus on this year, I kept on seeing the word love.

I thought, "Oh, God.  You've got to be kidding me.  Because I love others.  I'm friendly and nice and leave pretty good tips most of the time and I don't go off on the staff at McDonalds or Wendys or wherever when they get my order wrong, and I'm mostly patient standing in line at Walmart when there are only 2 registers open to serve what seems like every person in Breathitt and the 3 surrounding counties (the other people must have gone to Richmond or Winchester or Hazard, otherwise they'd be standing in line with me.)

And really, what does love mean?  How does He want me to define that? I mean, I love Wallace and Caleb. 

But I also love mint chocolate chip ice cream and a good book on a rainy day and feeling the sunshine on my shoulders as the wind blows through the windchimes on the front porch.  I love a good slice of Papa John's pizza and a cold Diet Coke. I love football and basketball, and occasionally I love yelling at the referees, even though I feel a little guilty after the game is over.

As I pondered this word, I thought about 2014 and all that it brought with it, how I learned that the people in your life are really the most important and that even difficult circumstances could be overcame with the right support system. 

And I thought about how I'm always praying that God shows me His Will for me... what is my purpose, anyway?  As I go about my day teaching and cheering at ballgames and surfing facebook... what in this world am I supposed to be doing?

And then I thought about how I'm supposed to be a light in this dark world... this world full of hate and evil, the antithesis of love.

Love is an action.  It is not a feeling, or an emotion. 

And love is what God desires.  It's our purpose.  It's how we can serve as lights... because they will know us by our love.

And as I thought about this, I realized that every action that I do for someone else is a matter of love.

If I do it reluctantly, I take away some of the gift... but if I'm truly doing things for others, instead of focusing on me, every single time that I say thank you or hold open a door or let someone out in traffic or get up at 3 AM because Wallace wants a peanut butter and jelly sandwich is an act of love.

According to Bible gateway.com, there are over 400 entries in the KJV translation of the Bible with the word love.  It first appears in the book of Genesis and is found in the last book, Revelation. It appears in 49 books of the Bible.

And it is the greatest commandment. "Faith, hope, and charity... but the greatest of these is charity."

So, in 2015, I'll be diving in God's Word and looking at love.  What does Jesus say about love? I'll be memorizing scripture for Beth Moore's Siesta Scripture Memory team revolving around love.

And I'll be putting it into action.  Random acts of kindness toward others... but also intentional acts of kindness.... like biting my tongue and seeking out opportunities to help others. To love in not just word but in deed.

It's going to be a challenging year, because loving others means putting them first, and I'm not great at that...

But I'm up for the challenge. 

Do you have a word you're focusing on? I'd love to hear about it!

I Resolve to... Or Maybe Not.

I love New Year's Day. 

There's something about waking up to a new start...

even though technically there is nothing different from the night before...

It just feels different.  New opportunities. 

I am the queen of chronic failed resolutions.  I tend to say every year I'm going to do this and do that and it fizzles out.  Sometimes I last a few weeks, sometimes a few months... and sometimes I don't even make the first step.

Maybe you can relate?

This post I'm focusing on my goals for 2015.  I truly believe that it can be the best year you and I have ever had... because we have the choice to make it that way.  I started to put we are in charge of our own destiny, and while that is true, I've learned that when we turn our destiny over to God and let Him work it out, it is much better... but that's still a choice we have to make. 

If you've not done that, let me encourage you to put that first on your list of resolutions or goals.

With that being said, as we make up this list of goals to guide us in the coming year, may we all remember that we are imperfect.  We will stumble and fall... but the most important thing is to get back up.  Look at the positives, learn from the negatives, and just keep smiling...

And keep a little mint chocolate chip ice cream in the freezer for days when there doesn't seem much to smile about.

Remember that we'll all have those days. Days when we feel like a failure. Days when we can't hold our head up. Days when we just want to bury our heads under the electric blanket and sleep until January 1, 2016. 

One foot in front of the other... one step at a time... one day at a time... remembering that the only time we really have is right here, right now.

Even the best laid plans sometimes turn out to be not so great...

So as you make your goals and resolutions, resolve to be open to adapting to whatever God has in store for you. I can guarantee that it can far exceed anything you or I could imagine!

So... without further ado... Here are my goals for 2015.  I'll try to write a super exciting post about them once a month to try to keep myself accountable. 

1. Above all, focus on LOVE in everything that I do.  There you go... that's my one word.  LOVE. Loving God. Loving myself.  Loving others. More about that later.
2. Writing on this blog every day this year.  That's right.  365 posts, whether I have anything to write about or not.  I'll try to provide a disclaimer at the beginning on days when I'm just not feeling it... but it's about discipline and we all know how I am about discipline.
3. Exercise.  Consistently.  Even if I hate it.  10,000 steps at least 6 days a week. Using the fitness room at work more often. And perhaps this will be the year I finally convince myself to work up to running a 5K?
4. Read my Bible all the way through. I'll be reading my Chronological Bible. I did this in 2012 and it was awesome.  I allowed myself to get distracted the past two years, and while I've been in the Word, it's not been as consistent as I'd like it. In addition to that, I want to complete 4 in-depth Bible studies.  I've already got them picked out and ready to go.  Kelly Minter's What Love Is (How fitting for my word!), Priscilla Shirer's Breathe (about Sabbath Rest), Lisa Harper's Hebrew, and Melissa Spoelstra's Jeremiah.
5. Cross something off my bucket list.
6. Count 1,000 gifts... or more.  Try to keep a blessing jar. 
7. Love in action to other people- you know the drill. Random acts of kindness.
8. Read at least 125 books. That's one book almost every three days.  This just might be my favorite challenge! (Last year I read 161 books.  What!?!?)
9. Memorize 24 verses this year through Beth Moore's Siesta Scripture Memory Team.

I always want to say I want to be a better person... but how is that defined? That's one reason why I chose the word LOVE to be my guiding word.... because if I am loving in action, through deeds, it will make me a better person... better wife, Mama, daughter, teacher, friend.

I'd love to hear about your goals... or lack of.  And remember, live with grace. Grace for yourself and for others.

We're all struggling!
Happy New Year, friends!!! May 2015 be our best.  year.  ever.