I’d Rather Been Hit by a Volleyball…

Saturday volleyball tournaments mean early mornings, lots of snacks and an onslaught of flying volleyballs sure to smack you in the head when you least expect it. But this past Saturday, I was knocked off my feet not by a volleyball, but by a host of old hurts, suppressed feelings and long-standing anger. As my…

36 Hour Sulking Period Required

I didn’t want to go alone. I had planned for the whole family to make the trip to Georgia and dreaded doing the driving by myself. Unfortunately, my husband had other plans. Granted, his plans were worthwhile. They were perhaps even critical to the financial future of our family, but that was beside the point.…