Category Archive: Nest // Nurture your soul

Thirteen What?

Thirteen. Its a pretty loaded number don’t you think? A number both filled with magic and accused of wickedness. Sometimes lucky, sometimes avoided. Its definitely a number of many emotions. Often feared, other times revered. Thirteen apostles… Continue reading

Bruised but Delicious

How many times have I said this to my five year old son about a banana or an apple? That fruit is no less delicious because it has endured some bumps and bruises… Continue reading

I’m Not Supposed to Call You.

I know I’m not. But there are so many times when I’ve wanted to. I’m not supposed to think about what you said, that day, and the many before, but I do. Those… Continue reading

The Top 6 Lies I’ve Ever Told About Myself

1.  I am a bad cook. This may have been the kind of lie that is so old, I honestly can’t figure out as time goes by, whether its the lie that gets… Continue reading

Why I never told you before, You were not my FIRST

Why I never told you before. That you were not the first. Because I didn’t want you to feel any different about your place. We belong together. And you really are my first dream come… Continue reading

Stumbling through.

A short time ago, while having a nice lunch out with my whole family, and since there was so many of us, we had been seated in our own private room inside this beautiful old… Continue reading

What I learned from the man with a Dream

“Never, never be afraid to do what’s right, especially if the well-being of a person or animal is at stake. Society’s punishments are small compared to the wounds we inflict on our soul… Continue reading

Not who you are-What you do about it.

When love meets passion, drive finds support, then encouragement breeds dedication, and courage conquers fear, when determination crushes doubt, because victory deafens noise. Love the fight. Embrace the resistance. Without the climb, there’s… Continue reading

Verboseness=Verbosomeness. Honesty: The Ultimate Critic

Ya, so most of my life I have been told to “wrap it up.” I can remember being about six the first time I distinctly remember my family told me to hurry along… Continue reading

I didn’t want a girl.

Is her head really that big? That was my first thought when I saw her. After three sons, there came waltzing in, ok, maybe it was more like charging in; our sweet beautiful girl,… Continue reading