Thinking Out Loud

Swallowing My Pride Doesn’t Taste So Bad These Days

Hope you don’t mind that I just referenced a George Strait song. (Because I love George Strait.) (He’s from Texas. Oh, God bless Texas.) (And Oklahoma.) I like that line in his song Where Have I Been All My Life.  I couldn’t agree with him more. I know that as some people age they have a mindset that says, “Hey, I got this. I know the answers. And don’t expect me to admit my wrongdoing…

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Thinking Out Loud

If I Had Only Taken The Time

I had every intention of walking down my street to meet her. One of her sons consistently comes to my front door asking “can Seth play?” to which I usually reply “he’s already outside, hon.”  They are from Texas, that I know well.  One doesn’t often see children running up and down streets in Oklahoma wearing Texas Longhorn jerseys unless they are truly from the Lone Star State. But now I’ll never be able to…

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Thinking Out Loud

I Got To Thinkin’

It’s quiet in my house right now as I write this post. Eerily quiet. My husband is still at work and my sons are playing at the neighbor’s house.  All I can hear is the hum of the dishwasher, the click from the ceiling fan and my fingers hitting the keys on my laptop.  And if I sit real still, I can also hear my thoughts. Sometimes my thoughts scare me. I’d like to be…

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Thinking Out Loud

Come On, People

I’m a pretty passionate person.  Which means that I might have a temper. But it sounds better to call myself passionate. What? This passion comes out when I am wrongly accused or when someone puts words in my mouth or when my integrity is questioned or when someone thinks that I believe a certain thing when I may not. People read about or hear my story and they just assume that because I stayed in…

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